Freedom

You promised to hold my hand 

But I didn’t knew 

That it was a promise 

To hold my freedom too

Scar

There is a story behind every scar

Whether it is on the skin

Whether it is on the soul

Forbidden Fruit

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are a forbidden fruit

Which she chose to taste

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are her treasure

Flying high

We were flying high in the sky

And when the alcohol wore off

We fell with a thud on the ground

And then it struck me

It was just me

And not we

Be a father

To every man

You are a saint

But to your child

You are just a father

Be a father

Before you become a saint

Your followers may come and go

But your child remains

Seeking

In pursuit of a million dreams
And in search of a single person
To share the million dreams with

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