Shake off the dust of the million yearsThis story is old like the world…Be it a beggar or a millionaireEveryone walks on the same road.Shake off the dreams that will never come trueLook up to the sky ask the question “why”For living this life, every me and youEvery flash will soon or later die…So just shake off everything that bothers your mindYou are free for time will take you awayNo one will see it, forever blindPeople will always choose to pray…And hope and believe for that is the wayThe road which is one but not always gray…So pray, and pray and wait for the rain…While your prayers unheard and lost in vainThis life is so easy, it is so plain!Just shake off the dust and leave the pain…
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Priviet Helen! Despite my ignorance about poetry, but I felt somehow that the road is not grey despite the dust and the wind.
Because life is a continued process. It doesn't stop for one's pain.
Very true: Just shake off the dust and leave the pain