No one in this busy world care
About what you're going through and bear
No one is ready to listen
So how can I ever glisten
People are busy making money
Cz it seems them as honey
They don't know what is happening around
They are unaware of things lost and found
Everyone is materialistic here
So I often disappear
Cz things are like love to them
They are something like an atm
Oh human why don't you see
You are somehow calling a banshee
Only love can set you free
Love can't be purchased by a vendee