We all have dreams and grand ambitions
We all want to go places, reach new heights
But it’s never smooth all the way through
But the storms would delay, dampen
Our trips, our dreams and leave us in pains, perils
In any case, take heart
A handsome lad will grow with his dreams
So too is a pretty lady, hoping to find love, and a lad.
But, there’s never going to be a rose without thorns
As greedy hawks would come to prey on us
And weeds would dwarf our growth, progress.
Whatever, there’s hope
Hope, faith and love will always rekindle us
Since no amount of tears, weeping and weary
Would bring back a broken bottle – brother too
But at least we still have the courage to carry on.
It is hard to pick up the piercing pieces
It shall be even harder to find the same bottle, brother
But, St Peter left us hope
As the harvest ends, we’ve to plan, plant again
Birds would dig out the seeds, to feed
Weeds would choke out our desirable plants
But we still have the strength to plough the fields.
The joy to see the shoots, the young plants
And the flowers blossom with beauty
And wither and drop leaving behind fruits, food
Is greater than worries and waning
Take heart, courage!