Everyone has a story
And mine is not that of glory
Twists and turns it’s much of a folly
Hey! the world is cruel I am sorry

Everybody expected much from me, it’s funny
You have everything in your life, they said I was lucky
Yet in front of me I could see my future fading away
External forces at play, it was uncanny

With my soul entrapped in a cage there was a need for a parley
You are doomed my son, bemoaned granny
Your journey will end up in a deep valley, the lament wasn’t fancy
I understand the concerns but I choose my own path so let me try
I have developed the wings I want to fly
To new horizons I will find my destiny
The prospect may be hazy so my wits I will ply