Open in the sky they make some sounds, Listening to them try to heal my wounds.. Those which can't be noticed at sight, For feeling such wounds one must see inside.. Well why one would ever come for it, Do really someone have that time.. May one day it come true, Longing for those sounds for years..otherwise.. Wonder what they exactly come here to try, May with me they want to share their sigh.. Have amongst us a great bonding now, As leaves in the autumn with wind do fly..