Akhand Singh

Across this vast land there is still that tiny boat

Waiting for tides to rise

And smiling at me from those strange shores

Singing the songs of hope and dreams

And stirring my soul to fight indeed

Oh lord, there is nothing like a strong heart

We all are weak, broken and fallen apart

But thanks for the boat of hope

It keeps me alive and inspires to survive

And with the song of joy I fight, run and even climb