Sitting in my room I was all alone There was a gloom Still like a stone
The state of melancholy I couldn't figure out the reason It has soaked me wholly Was it a result of treason?
I was wondering on Turning back the pages The dream lay forlorn It's already been ages
A miniscule ray of hope Left for me to portray A chill down my spine, I let it elope I try to keep foments at bay
One day I will see the light My heart lets out a scream That day, I will win this fight It will be the victory of the dream
