By Rohit Kumar. GSI
There is a whisper in the air,
From my feelings which got despaired,
And I keep my ears closed from inside,
Leading my brain to get damaged.
Love, care, affection all I got and gave,
To a person still unknown to me,
But in that way I'm learning myself,
That truth is not what everytime you see.
There is a prison of bondage and feelings,
Pulling me everytime backwards,
So I wish for a death that glorifies my soul,
And doesn't add me to the league of cowards.
![Listen to Black Magic Woman (Instrumental) [In the Style of Carlos Santana] by Pop Music Workshop](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music20/v4/a9/c0/3c/a9c03cc5-b1b2-eee3-a6d1-867da097d355/5BCD6FE4-3448-11E6-930A-21A42E18DA69.jpg/375x375cc.webp "Listen to Black Magic Woman (Instrumental) [In the Style of Carlos Santana] by Pop Music Workshop")
