The morning breeze is serene and free
But the hustle to start a day is clear and dire,
It’s challenging to live and I agree
But remember to keep the wings of fire to admire.
Life is like a block of chains
Where the music of melancholy drains,
It takes the forms of rain and tears
Ultimately it’s the reminiscence of pains.
The thorns are hard and covers like a sea
But there are dreams to acquire and it’s rare,
Everything has to be taken care and let’s see
Before everything mire down to the last degree.
