All the bruises are healing.. The wind around is feeling… Deceiving the sky everyday The wind makes its way.. Just like that… I’ll fly high.. Reaching the limits.. By truthful lies. I am garrulous.. Let me speak.. I am fabulous..
Those who don’t need the spotlight, Can live without all the cheer. They can climb heights, Without any fear. So what, if they don’t have a popular name? Or if they don’t run for fame! They have their RESPECT, And