Digging up the grave

Five lost souls went numb

As they saw the man walking on the edge

Never knew why he jumped off

Is it because of pain, agony or rage?

Bob dylan: How many miles

Must the man fall down

Before he hits the ground

Isaac Newton: The answer my friend

Is hiding in the wind

As the earth goes round and round

Charlie Chaplin: And how many movies

Can I make out of it

Before the topic begins to stink

Alexander: The answer my friend

Is buried in the sand

As my war-ships began to sink

Me: How many times

Do I have to scratch my head

Before words begin to flow

The answer my friend is buried with that man

Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: How does it feel

To be a dying man

Try it if you can

Isaac Newton: How does it feel

To be in zero gravity

To mess up with relativity

Charlie Chaplin: How does it feel

To be a superstar

To be a falling star

Alexander: How does it feel

To be a falling king

To be a faded spring

Me: How does it feel

To be a sad poet

To be a lost comet

The answer my friend is buried with that man

Try to dig it if you can

Bob Dylan: He takes just like another man

He drinks just like another man

But he acts just like a loser

Isaac Newton: He was unaware of life's brevity

He had no idea about my theory of gravity

He must have known as he drew closer

Charlie Chaplin: He must have seen the city lights

He must have spent sleepless nights

But he could not see the impending death

Alexander: He must have fought many battles

He must have heard the bombs rattle

But he could not foresee the danger underneath

Me:He must have suffered acute loss of words

He must have longed for unachievable rewards

He must be a victim of his own wrath

The speculation my friend is buried with that man

Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: He could have been the champion of the world

Issac Newton: Wish he could acted in reaction of the world

Charlie Chaplin: He could have been the man in the mirror

Alexander: He could have been the king of horror

Me: At least he could have been as good as me

The speculation my friend is buried with that man

Try to dig it up if you can

Bob Dylan: Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, stop playing that stupid song

Isaac Newton: I wish I could conclude what actually went wrong

Charlie Chaplin: The gold rush has stolen the limelight

Alexander: He lost because he could not stand the fight

Me: Lets stop digging the grave

For,

The answer my friend is buried with that man

Try to dig it up if you can