What will you do when the world starts lampooning,
What will you do when tears stop rolling,
What will you do when fate starts betraying,
Would you look out for a man to
Clear the blood on your lips?
Through the webs you cut past fighting,
Naked, you slept on the thorns smiling,
Scarred by the world that enjoyed your screaming,
All this pain you bore for a man to
Clear the blood on your lips.
You rummaged past places where your shadow deserted,
You cantered through avenues where embers died,
The mirrors showed way towards where your sanity fled,
All those red eyes searching for a man to
Clear the blood on your lips.
On the bed of satin, you roll with an untrue zest,
Another man leaves you with taint on your lips,
You clear the windows of their morning mist,
But where is the man to
Clear the blood on your lips.
There was someone when your sanity fled,
Fettered in your heart when it bled,
Passed-by your eyes when they were red,
Begging for a chance to
Clear the blood on your lips.
Have a glance at the glowing trenches in your heart,
Buried in the horizon of your ignorance,
Throwing light to poke your blindfolded eyes,
Lay the man who could
Clear the blood on your lips.
