Silent drum of the social fame

In a world that’s judging,
In a world which screams,
What’s the social meaning?
Of the love thing.

In a place where I
Stand in front of you,
Touching with the thought
Wishing all to do.

Whispering at night
Fighting through,
Searching a small place
Seeking for the truth.

Where do we belong?
Where we meet and stay,
Why should I be blame?
For the social fame.

Touch me slowly now
Here inside the room,
Murmur in my ear
Play the silent drum.

Caught in front of fate
Naked in the truth,
I must hesitate
I am fail through.