Handcuffed in a jail of unfulfilled dreams, misery awaits.
Failure smeared destinies await the break of dawn,
The dawn breaks the silence of the mourning,
It's a new day, they say; a new beginning.
Shrill cries of the past, biting numbness of the space,
The deafening silence of his mind where words cease to play.
Breezing, sailing through his misery comes a ray of mirth,
A ray that rips apart the gloom, A ray that satiates the brain.
All was thus not in vain, the vanquished handcuffs scream his glee,
This, my lord of joy, was his chance to break free.
The hopes have now returned, so have the prayers, wishes and dreams,
He is now a free soul sir, his courage did destroy his melancholy.