The drunken driver being dizzy
probably stopped on his way

A beauty ran away from the caravan he rode,
the moment she failed to know where he rode

The companion inside had lead his way
but then he jumped of it in dismay

Getting drunk by the wine of betrayal twice
his ears went dumb to the words which were wise

Lost in the road which had souls of his ancestors,
he heard continuous screams of help

Scared horses raced to the deep forests
relentlessly the man pulled the caravan with all his might

The sun sank to the abyss
leaving the moon it's goodness

The soul who lost his way
saw his reflection on the wave
of the echoes of his agony

The dizziness died
when the children cried

Their loud cries inside the caravan
Made it a cradle which was broken

Jolted by their pain
the man was not in vain

'cause he had to find out his path
keeping the soul on fire of faith

Lost man was never lost again
as the children of tomorrow had to gain
not from the lost ancestor's soul
but from the reflections of past, present and the future to yield

Writer's note : We might be the legacy of our ancestors, but besides that we have to remain what we are.