The Unseen Race of a Restless Soul

By Imran Ahmed A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud Head Held High Lost In The Crowd, Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold, A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal, It Runs And Runs But All In Vain The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain, Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We Fight Some Battles Fade Into The Night, Oh Stubborn Heart Let Wisdom Grow Not Every Wind Is Meant To Blow, For What Is Ours Will Find Its Way And What Is Lost Was Never Meant To Stay.