I see you flying everyday,
To your huge paper nest.
You never get tired,
And never need rest.
I heard you're like us,
Maybe better.
I too have a society,
But yours matter.

I watched you live,
I watched you die.
I watched you laugh,
And I watched you cry.
Every winning moment,
Or whenever you fell.
I watched you silently,
I watched you dwell.

Learning to walk,
Again and again.
A new experience,
With every new step .
There were times,
When you lost yourself.
I watched you regain
That belief underneath.

I watched you rise,
To the extreme horizons.
I watched you stumble,
On calmest of roads.
You'll fly some day,
To the skies unknown.
I just wish I'm a thing,
You'd like to own.

With a flick of hair over her eyes,
She carves intently a mysterious art.
Like a song following the rhythm,
Fireflies move around her heart.
She drives her imagination ,
Beyond the scope of my senses.
It's a gift of the grace,
To build without fences.

Dreamweaver makes it all,
For everyone's heart and
Dreamweaver wishes it all,
For everyone's dancing faces but
Who'll give her those dreams
Who'll make her free again