Where the city sleeps and the oceans rain,
When everybody sane is lost in vain.
Where the merciless nature is devoid of pain,
There, you and I will meet again.
Where hearing aids the sounds of silence,
Where serenity complements the static variances,
When the need of the hour becomes a cause of grievances,
Then, you and I will meet again.
Where words complement the promises unsaid,
Where action gets ahead of the reason in hand,
At the time when the clock hits the eventful dime,
At that, you and I will meet again.
The glory days will be lived again,
When you and I will meet again.
These entwined roads should never end,
For you and I must meet again.