All the pressure over the years made a rock the diamond,
All the mud surrounding a bud helped it to grow as the lotus.
I now understand what all we need to go through to get to the things,
The things which we love to see in our life.
There lies in the past
A lost story
The story of a dreamer
The withered dreams.
There lies in the present
A vague story
The story of a wanderer
The lonely path.
There lies in the future
An unknown story
The story of the fallen
The undefined destiny.
In the silence of a withering heart,
In the prison of the golden bars,
I'd close my eyes and imagine happiness.
I'd close my eyes and imagine a smile.
Follow me in my imagination.
For, in reality, some battles never end in life.