Don’t pack your hopes and dreams,
Don’t close your eyes,
Hope is always there,
As there is already dawn somewhere……

Ways have to be made, between the waves…
High and low… they fall n rise …
The Whitehall cuts it, it’s not the strength, but it is wise….!

It begins with the life, it ends with a life…
Everyone finds its destiny, only after the wounds of the knife..
Life is always centered with the curls of storm, but we always get to see the colours of the dawn

Now is the time for the valour, should get its honour,
The colours of courage and storms of bad hours…
All make you tougher…every single moment….every big hour