Dreams always come true, yet never seem possible without a move.
“The future is in your hands”, they say while shaping a spear,
To be sharp, with the mind full of knowledge from the roots.
Pain and sorrows fill the gaps with destruction, and tears…

Fist at birth holds a penny to be spent wise by you.
Everything will shine, teeth will be soaked to smile with you,
Not from everyone but those who awaits to be proud of you.
After all, false hopes will be cherished by what you’ll do.

Never mind the praises, they will be your downfall…
You’re gifted to be bright like the stars in the sky.
Make it all possible, the genie wrote you name on the wall
Of fame for the good deeds.
If not you to become honoured, the days will tend to cry.