She was young and bright
Full of positive vibes
Half of her was filled with bursting words
Half of her was tenderly shy
A long time ago, she lived in a village,
On the edge of a field, next to the wrecked hills
where everything was possible
A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond; a tree, a castle
Only if you would believe in magic
The skeptics would be convinced
The doubter would get won over

Someone asked, why she isn’t in school yet?
And there begin the journey to fly away
In spite of the self-doubts and the obscure routes
She would turn the tides,
By calming the ocean strides.
Who you are is not where you’ve been
All of it depends on how strong is your belief?

Now she’s walking to school
Its far but she got dreams to fulfill
Maybe the dreams are fuzzy at best
Maybe her world is still a confusing state,
Yet she won’t miss a day
After all it’s the school that would take her places.

Dreams do come true,
Not by giving up, not by killing your ambition and hopes
But by becoming one’s own virtue.