Dirt spattered all over he walks with tattered shirt
Taking a swig from bottle he was hiding from faith
And Faith the darling girl was having her own merry way
Concealing herself as Hope she made him dream of lighter day
Dream gambled flickering like a flame; stakes are high pulling poker face
Drinking all of his desire in, dream plays an abominable game
Under turf of his mind, a pitch they have signed
Making mark on him a like a tattoo, turnin’ the house blue
Walls painted dark, shadows take over the mind
Heart changed the pace, has chained down the merry life
Every move forward leads to gambit of past
He lost the mortgage “Dream” ashamed eyes down cast
The blue house has revelled on ploy where everyone concedes
No Home for Mary, in here even God is deceived
Naive even I entered the scene, trapped in room of mirrors
My reflection is anathema to my believe
Faith the darling girl offers me her hand
Faith the darling girl wants to be my angel
But when hope takes a leaving, the angel falls
And trapped in the blue house, I’m in the care of the fallen angel
An Indian Princess 