Come, give me a hand, let’s go
If you are not dead Or dying You have to wake up When the day breaks Every morning is fresh Although not in a dew on a petal Wipe the dust on your bruised forehead Come, give me a hand, let’s go Forget the nightmares of blood Tread soft on wreck There’s a brook of fresh life Somewhere in the land Forget we were defeated What is the meaning of success? Life is minutes, days and years Come, give me a hand, let’s go -Ajith Perakum Jayasinghe,
