Dark nights, no more azure
Grey clouds, let out their tears
Awaiting to nurture,
Lays a soul innocent and pure

Pip Pirrip rests besides the grave
Weeping, living the memories
For he was now a slave,
for his sister mean and naive

A hopeless orphan, pushes his head
On the mother's grave's crumbles
For he now could feel her smile
And hears prayers being mumbled

Pip was drifted away
from his parents too soon
and they had left him behind
In this world

It was when Magwitch enters,
asking for food and a file
threatening his life, if disobeyed
and once again from his parents,
Pip was drifted away!

If my journey was to be easy,
I would've missed valuable lessons
Cause for sure each turn in it
answers my questions!

If it wasn't for a scratch
I would've never learn
to climb a tree
If it wasn't for a sting
I would've never know
How to dodge a bumblebee

If there weren't any dark nights
I would've never know
How to make a fire
The fire which helped me
Passing muck and mire

If it wasn't for the thunders and rain
the sunlight and rainbows
I could've never obtain!
If it wasn't for the wild waves
Wet, the sand would never be
And won't allow me to make a sand castle
And rule it like its queen!

An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned

After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!

Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores

The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown

In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!

But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!

It's the tree, full of color
Vibrating blue and green
Shining on a luminous night
Enhancing the brilliant scene
This oak tree once,
was a little nut
which steadfastly held the ground
Now, it bears and blooms
Breaking all the bounds!
Or maybe this tree
was planted by the old man
who knew he was never,
To sit beneath the shade
He had master prosperity
Indeed!
now this tree, is more
It's the squirrel's home
It's a mother of fruits
It provides shades to the ones
Traveling unknown routes!

Hope was like that
Helium balloon
Full of dreams and belief
which slipped out of my hand
I tried to grab the string
I tried to catch
But was unable to cling!
It had flown away
Soon I heard the balloon whisper
"Oh dear! Life is like me!
If you won't let me go!
How far you'll rise,
You'll never know!'

It was the success
Which I always ran after
spending days fetching it
In life's each chapter

I hiked the highest mountains
Dived the deepest seas
I fished the fluffiest cloud
But success was nowhere to be seen

I entered the darkest den
Climbed the highest tree
Drank the reddest blood
But success always
Ditched me!

Success was like the horse in the field
Running fast and free
failure was what I only got
When I wished taming,
The horse in the field

It was very late
When I found success
was all along in my pocket
Sitting right besides me

Success was in the journey
I took to climb the heights
It sat besides the road
Watching me days and nights

Success was not the horse
But the field it ran in
Success always held my hands
Like a silent, desired kin!

Its the curiosity,
Which keeps killing this cat
Displaying heights of atrocity
Causing my death, flat!

Even curiosity, can't unfold
What secrets the stars sell
What makes the sun shine so bright
With all its power, all its might!

It's my friend, the curiosity
Which wholehearted accompanies me
When under an oak tree
or on the ***** rocks
by the wild sea

It's the curiosity
Which despite sitting besides
Never responds
To this curious black cat!