My friend , everyone started this journey alone,
Which is the greatest gift of Lord-
Use it to the fullest,not to make moan;
But rather: to write on the book of hearts, your own chord!

It all started with the dream world,
Where existed no word called lazy;
Where life hadn't its true colours unfurled.
We were nothing but crazy!

Those were the beautiful moments of childhood,
When we knew how to live without being taught.
Please take me back in time if you could,
Before the clutches of the cruel world have me bought!

It could still be the same, you know;
We were the ones to get this complicate-
This soul is the same, we just physically grow.
Don't let the gray world fade your glory too, mate!

Forget what people say, you have the power to dream,
It's time to break the mental bars;
Don't stop your heart, let it scream-
It states the desire to shine out like stars!

Maybe I never find a place
For this heart so misfit.
So, I fill pages after pages with my grace-
To learn to live again,bit by bit!