When the morning sun kissed my cheeks,
I remembered the tiny bits of my dreams which came in the middle of the nights.
Waking me up in the middle of the scene.
From which I realize those dreams that I am dreaming, are the constant thoughts that are willing to win, By my hearts desire.
In my veins is this dream going to start a fire or it is going to be another mere liar?
Now it is on me to lit that spark,
Cause inside my heart there is something called hope,
Where there is no darkness but space fill up of kaleidoscope.