When the sky was bright, I was able to feel the breeze of success I felt myself as the king of everything, who can even make the dumb to sing my words made me confident and my wings were ready to fly which once disappeared when I was not awake.
Then the journey of success began, and I was ready to face the obstacles the days were garish, but I didn’t gave up everybody was helpless, but my hope didn’t elude and my confidence became the reason of my glory it was not mine, but my dream’s story and I became a gallant whom everyone called gifted but my dreams were amorous and genuine they were the gentle leaves in wind which made me peaceful. They changed the life of an ordinary child, and sent her to the ladders of ignition.
I am not virtuous, my dreams made me so they didn’t allowed me to sleep and made me more than perfect…
Hero never whispers, makes all clear Before man born were in ancient world lies? They say it wasn’t solid transmission Words been spoken aloud Slow pictures out of focus getting sharp Surrounded stiffness of plenty spikes You live in the