When the music dies,
When the songbirds cry,
When the pathos of our existence,
Flash before the very eyes.

When the lovers part,
When the separation haunts,
When the meanings decode,
Can you face what you come to know?

When the light fades,
When the mirror breaks,
When the self obliviates,
Does the subjection help you subjugate?

When the clock hits nine,
When the need of whiskey turns more than the taste of wine,
When the past hits the present,
Where to the future shapes, the self beacons.