I always write something for my friends, I want to keep doing it always. |
I can only be a man, though I have dreams reaching to sky Dreams of my own, I want to share to open ears I have been chasing them, getting better everyday Starting with no knowledge, or nobody's help I have been doing it, ever since a kid Wanting to do it, till my last breath How hard can it be, writing down my thoughts Holding to my pen, letting it go freely on the papers Filling in the blanks, letting the mind be free Thoughts transformed to words, words to sentences Sentences changing to verses, verses to poems or songs And all of it shaping into wisdom, to a morality in the end Hoping the broken can hear me, so they can learn something I know the feeling, not being heard or seen And the thoughts that comes to your mind I know the feeling, being laughed at your work And the thoughts that comes to your mind Wanting to throw away all your work, never to do it again All because those who didn't know, thinks you're just a joke Quitters and doers Victories and defeats Dreamers and hiders Winners and losers The choices we have And one we can pick Wanting to be great, by simply writing our thoughts Wanting to be better takes time, starting from the scratch Our beliefs may change, but we all have dreams Our ideas may change, but we can always understand Better to chase your dreams, than simply just to quit Someone will always read your thoughts, using them to be better I wouldn't quit my passion and always move on A writing is a writing, filled with golden thoughts |