The stream of thoughts,
Give us a sensation of excitement,
When you feel those little butterflies
Dancing and tangling,learning to fly

In the land of our own,
We swing on and on
But then I see the hell coming
Destroying the heaven

Did you just say a dream?
Go away it is not your cup of tea
To dream isnt a child's play
You little fool can't you follow the old ordinary footsteps

But ..but no great leader took the same old way..
They all created their own path,
Through their own rough and dark..

Don't you get it ?
There is no space for dreamers out here.

But its my life.
No young little fool society decides your faith.
I don't think you want to die?
In those rough paths you won't survive.

Alas! They decided my faith without a the slightest of hesitation.
My dream got locked ..
Like a bird whose wings were torn
Even before it could learn to fly..
A dream that could be dreamt no more..

A dream that could be dreamt no more..