I had dreams,
colourfull dreams in my eyes,
washed down by the tears,
that I couldnt stop.
I saw colourfull bangles,
in the market fair,
I tried them on.
But they broke,
they werent made for me.
I cry,
and it is just not the kajal that flows.
I cry on,
And I dont stop myself.
I cry for myself.
A hole's in my heart,
that grows bigger
with each passing hour.
I aint ashamed
"But this is not fair".
Just not fair.
Not fair at all.
You may have killed a part of me,
But the rest is still there.
I am what I am,
And you cant change
the Who I am now
Not that I will let you.
You may break my bones,
not my spirit.
My dreams may have been washed away,
but others will take their place soon.
For you can do anything;
but never make me stop dreaming.
Dreams are my own,
My only treasure.
What if I dont have anything else?
As long as I have dreams in my eyes,
Hope in my heart
And the courage to walk the way I have picked;
I am.
