A Dream so Cruel

When life seems tough and its hard to play, Every minute, every hour such a long stay My heart so fragile and goes to say- When is the end for this mournful day. Every time I wake up early in the morning Hoping to see cheerful birds singing. But treacherous my eyes are becoming So dry, so weak and goes on fading. I sit down rattling puring down some wine As there is not much left for me to dine, I get so high and feel so fine, As I move towards the grave of mine. Walking down the lonesome road, To my final destination abroad. Tear in my eyes, I pray to Lord, As I lay in my coffin on wooden board. I wake up to find myself in heaven So calm, so beautiful and so tranquil, Surprised my eyes, I pinch my arm And I wake myself from a dream so cruel.