We have adjusted with the rhythm of catastrophe,
But it’s not our resilience, it’s our helplessness,
Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;
Everytime a train derails, everytime a bomb explodes,
I grieve and pray for souls of demised,
But there is a question that pinches me throughout,
Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;
I have been a spectator for years now,
But its time I take charge perhaps,
It’s not a revolutionary step,
But my concern for our Right to Live,
Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;
There is a debate that is it my suppleness or my livelihood,
I have come back on roads that were burning yesterday,
I am travelling again on the trains that go through same tracks,
But my heart still skips a beat when I see those spots,
Tell me what do I do stop the loss;
I am not anguished it’s my fear
I want to live but not hiding from a spear
I need salvation I crave credence
I beg you to please not test my perseverance
Please tell me what do I do to stop the loss.
