How could he have been on this land,
Being in the world of abysmal pressure.
How could he have walked a million miles,
Finding the light of hope and pleasure.
He was all free, at his own will,
He could have flown world around.
He was never bogged down by the bait of gold.
Banal wasn’t his trait but trite yet,
To himself he became one treason.
He was just too lost.
He could find a way out.
He'll find a way out.
How could I have found,
The land which would bailout my hope.
Sailed the dark seas of high thrust
Without knowing where to go.
How could I have stopped,
Knowing, I got nowhere to go.
The hope that kept me on,
Was the belief of bright new dawn.
Those were the days, when he lost,
His feet, owing to a worthless dream.
Crushed in pain, due to the thrust,
He lost his mind to a hopeless realm.
Naive in belief, dumb in his deeds,
Millions of cries to long and expedite.
Tumbled from peak, but he stood on his feet
Burnt his temper while his patience was kidding.
But he would never give up.
On his feet he had to stand up.
He just stood up.
How could I have just crept on,
Showing no courage of a man.
Walked a million miles,
But I never let my hope go down.
How could I not succeed,
In finding land of hope and pleasure
The seas of pressure gave me a lesion,
That cured only when I sailed on.
