WE OFTEN HIDE BEHIND THE NAME OF FEAR!
WELL, WE ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW.
WORRIED ABOUT FALLING BUT HAVE WINGS,
A WAY TO FLY, BUT NOBODY IS HERE NOW!
BURIED LITTLE ONE ARISES, SPREADING BEAUTY AND LOVE.
EXCEPTIONALLY WARM MUSIC MADE DELICATE FEATHERS UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAVEN SEEMS REAL, LIFE BECOMES ALIVE.
SUDDENLY TUK-TUK-TUK ---
THE DITCH REAPPEARS AND FEATHERS BECOME HEAVY.

By: Shivam Sehgal