Crack in the Wind

Wind in spring, wind in the summer
Every memory counts, those days…
Days to be cherish, priceless
I would never trade it anything

But as time goes by, a crack came
This crack in the wind which nobody could see
Tearing through the endless loop of uncertainty
Making each day, fells like the monsoon

Day by day, darkness is felt
Cold and heat like you never know what is.
A place where nobody wants to seek,
A place where one can’t easily get out of.

Someday I know,
Spring and summer will come again
When that time came, I hope I am ready
To cherish the wind again…