The songs we used to sing
Till winter from dawn of spring
To the empty skies we flew with our wings
All these memories I put it in this wooden ring.

A drop of my soul
An ounce of my life
An inch of my heart
A part to laugh and cry

Our own youth fountain
In the garden with ****** roses  
Paid the price of this little dream
Once upon a time faithless and hopeless

An ocean of my soul
A trade of my life
****** roses of my heart
This road to you to offer, I die

I regret none though
To live with a little more sense
Following this venture of freedom
I proudly say I died for my dreams

The things we thrive for,
Premium wine and solid gold;
Old and wise rare, deep to the core;
All in our hands, warm or cold!

I write this small piece
As I sit here and sing
My mood flies and cries
Unknowing the truths or lies
Blocked my vision with your words
Your expectations and your wants

I guess to save myself from this pit
I need to dig a hole something deep
A hole in you and a hole in me
I will fill it with the same thing so that you can see
The same thing I aspire one day to be
And one day we will rejoice the fruit of being free

The dream is big
The tension huge
The stress high
But I have nothing to lose
Me and my goals, deeply fused

In my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me

I do believe in talent
From the words of successful and wise
which goes
"Talent is Practice in disguise"
In any field in any combat

My dream is big
Nothing else I know
Nothing else but grind and grow
Hey family, hey friends, hey world
To no one I owe

I am done living your dreams
Fulfilling your expectations
Following your rules and regulations
Begging your acceptance and recognition
I am not your slave, no more manipulation

'coz in my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me

as a side-note:
I have someone who is bigger than all
He is huge, wide and tall
He crush and he growl
He is everything but weak
He is me and he is 'the beast'

I will ask and I will keep asking
Are you with me or are you me?
If you are why do you keep me dragging
When all I have to do was just "do"

Me, "my" Body and "my" Mind
The word itself signifies they are just my wings
Not actually "me"
Here to make me greater and become a King

So, I will ask and will keep asking
Are you with me or just here as a mere bystander?
'coz there is no room for that when alone 'm grinding
The path defines "who I am" and not "what I have"