The command of the fear coiling further into anxiety,
'What shall she become? and how?' fretting she.
While the mind sees the moment is just to live,
And makes a promise out of it..
That pensive soul sitting in the corner
Somewhere contemplates the course ahead.
It's been a while,
That she had been her.
With the urge of winning in life,
Saving herself from an unknown,
she ran into another.
'What shall she become? and how?' fretting she.
Dreams that go unfulfilled
while life takes us along,
Remain in her twinkling eyes
mirroring the starry sky above.
Just look up and tell me,
what do you see?
Oh! Dream catcher you,
Tell me,
Why do you let them slip?
