I punched the turnstile machine
and moved forward
with li'l of confidence
I moved forward
There was she in white
with sweet smile by line of sight
She was busy talking
and I kept walking
I asked god that time
"Is she why am still alive
Is she why you gave me life"
a thunder struck in sky
am being still a spy
I heard a yes from nearby
but it was signal from love of mine
The near I got she was just fine
It was my imagination that took this much time
I passed by with a warm full sigh
staring the blue sky
staring the blue sky
and behaved like a killer whale
as somebody told me
"The Devil is in the Detail"
By- 421 Sweet Devil
