THE LOST SOUL

The rainbow still has seven colours
But it has lost its hue
The sky is still unruffled
But is no longer blue

The wind is still blowing...
But has lost its fierce
It is still raining outside
But all I can see.. is falling tears

The cuckoo is still singing
But the song has lost its soul
The stage is still set,the play is going on
But now there's no one to portray his role..

The people say"Show must go on"
Time does not stop for those who have gone

And here I sit amidst the people
Trying to recover the lost chord
But meanwhile I was doing this
I discovered that I have not lost you
rather I have found a new Lord....