Amidst roving and pondering, appeared a clear portrait of greatness
An imagination that eludes man, with rich thoughts of a fortress
Girded by tides of frequent passages, of whom to bear
A wall with no boundaries or limits, deep-rooted foundations to harden
Yet barricades stand along, the ones to conquer
A fortification every mortal craves to bear, each moment with a record

While kings and mighty men work endlessly to behold,
Toiling day and Night, with sweat and blood, they stood apart for this reward
A ceaseless search for the prized asset, But at what price does this feat come?
Strength and intelligence wrestle, to be or not to be
The mantle of power being exchanged for glory
Glories of celestial hopes, of foretold divine beings
Faiths mankind is yet to bear, but still with a yardstick to present
Has Nature evolves, memories and revelations of heroes never cease

Time after time, yet we still run same race with poles apart
With priceless ego, men converge to fight
The fight for what seem to be theirs
Some miss it, others win it
To live as a villain or die a hero, Men of valor martyred for glory sake

Captured by the pictures of the black and white, false memories prevailed
Crave for good tidings swathed the hungry minds of men
Diverse minds of weaklings and that of great men
They pondered, either vague or carnal
The creed of Greatness lies within the mantle of belief