she rose up and went before you
she carved a path for you to follow
she drank from the sun and dried
her tears in the wind she has
ploughed the field of confusion
and scaled ineffable mountains
she like a bird has left her sanctuary
but her season of return has past

she holds the dreams of a generation
in her soul she understands the whispers
of the trees and memorises the tales
from the sea she is the composer of a
million love song is the mother of
hope and sacrifice step by step,
every lesson learned Along The Dusty Road

karte hi karte the sahat ek dard hain
karte hi karte the sahat ek dard hain
??karte hi karte the sahat ek dard hain
karte hi karte the sahat ek dard hain
karj hi karj hain ya ek dard hain
??

She rose and vanished, ever before your gaze,
She carved a pathway, beckoning your days.
She drank the sun, its warmth upon her face,
And dried her tears within the wind's embrace.
She plowed the fields where confusion's shadows creep,
And scaled the mountains, secrets buried deep.
A bird she was, that fled her sacred space,
But autumn's hush has fallen in her place.

She holds the dreams of ages in her heart,
Within her soul, the whispers play their part.
She understands the trees' rustling decree,
Remembers tales the boundless oceans see.
A composer of a million songs of love,
Sacrificed, each step, by grace above,
Each lesson learned upon that dusty track.

Doing, doing, the burden is a pain,
Doing, doing, the burden is a pain.
Doing, doing, the burden is a pain.
Doing, doing, the burden is a pain.
Debt alone or the ache of the pain?