In this season of unbarely cold, I am sitting with my hand fold. temprature is near freezing point I am in solitude in seek of anoint. I am in vein because lost a chance of glory, From the bottom of heart i feel sorry. I regret to not deliver myself up to the mark, I regret not able to show my Spark. I am in seek of light in immense dark, I feel shattered and losing my marque. But i know This grief is temporarily hurting my soul, I want to overcome the plinth,grave is not my goal. My dreams are my wings push me to reshape, One day I'll break all bars and escape. — % & In this season of unbarely cold, I am sitting with my hand fold. temprature is near freezing point I am in solitude in seek of anoint. I am in vein because lost a chance of glory, From the bottom of heart i feel sorry. I regret to not deliver myself up to the mark, I regret not able to show my Spark.