chal raha hu mere dil me sirf chalne ki khushi hai
aane wale kal ki surat meri aankho me basi hai
mar chuke hai wo jo thakkar raaste me baith jaye
wakt se ladta raha main wakt ka mara nahi hu

wakt ke saath hai zakhm bharta nahi
wakt ke saath hai zakhm bharta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi
wakt ka zakham sah jaye aise hai kam
wakt ka zakham sah jaye aise hai kam
wakt gaye na gujare gujarta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi

wakt hota hai kya ye use hai pata
wakt ki aag me jo jala hai
wakt ka dusara naam takdeer hai
zor kismat pe kiska chala hai
wakt ki thokre chur kar de jise
wo bigad ke sawarta nahi
wakt ka zakham sah jaye aise hai kam
wakt gaye na gujare gujarta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi

dhup banke kabhi chhav banke kabhi
wakt chehare badalta rahega
wakt ki thokre khake bhi aadmi
yuhi girta sambhalta rahega
wo hai kya aadmi apni himmat se
jo wakt ka rukh badalta nahi
wakt ke saath hai zakham bharta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi
phir bhi jite hai sab koi marta nahi

wakt ki dhund se hum jo gujare kabhi
o... raah sujhe na koi kahi
aati jati rahi wakt ki aandhiya
chaand suraj bhuje to nahi
chaand suraj bhuje to nahi

wakt hai beraham kar le kuchh bhi sitam
wakt hai beraham kar le kuchh bhi sitam
wakt humse zuda to nahi
jite ji kyun mare wakt se kyun dare
wakt apna khuda to nahi
wakt apna khuda to nahi
wakt apna khuda to nahi
wakt apna khuda to nahi

A joy of motion, a pulse within my heart,
My eyes behold tomorrow, a promised art.
The dead are those who falter, who cease to strive,
I battle time, though wounded, still alive.

With time, the wounds may fade, yet never cease,
Though life endures, no soul finds final peace.
Such shallow scars are time's, that all can bear,
As moments slip, yet linger in the air,
Though life endures, no soul finds final peace.

What is time's meaning, known to those who burn,
Consumed within its flames, they slowly turn.
Time's other name, destiny's design,
Who can command the hands of fate's incline?
Those crushed by time, will never mend their ways,
And will never rise up through the haze.
Such shallow scars are time's, that all can bear,
As moments slip, yet linger in the air,
Though life endures, no soul finds final peace.

As sunlight shifts, then shadows start to bloom,
Time changes faces, sealed within the gloom.
Though struck by time, man falls, then rises tall,
Will still be here and will never fall
What is man, if not his courage true,
That changes not the course, the time it flew?
With time, the wounds may fade, yet never cease,
Though life endures, no soul finds final peace,
Though life endures, no soul finds final peace.

Through time's deep fog, we've walked a winding track,
No path appears, there's no way to look back.
The winds of time, they come and quickly go,
The sun and moon, their endless light they show.
The sun and moon, their endless light they show.

Time is cruel, and may inflict its sting,
Yet from us, time will never break or swing.
Why die in life? Why fear the passing day?
Time is not God, it will go its way.
Time is not God, it will go its way.
Time is not God, it will go its way.
Time is not God, it will go its way.