I will flap my wings, Even though those political hounds, Broke it, Stampede upon it, When they walk their walk of glory, To the assembly grounds. I will flap my wings, Even though I am bleeding, From the wounds, Of

There is an adventure in my heart, Colours leap, Then dives deep, Into the crevices of my heart, Then settles to sleep. It is a feeling I cannot describe, It’s beautiful, But un-meaningful, It is un-imaginable to a scribe, But

Let me tell you a story, But the story has no such glory, They talk about in other legends, This is no legend, Nor a piece of history, It is a simple tale, I wish to call my story. I

Would you believe it if I tell you, Mathematics wasn’t true? Because me plus you cannot be two, A singularity affects how I feel towards you. Would you believe it if I tell you, There isn’t something new? Or an

  I am sorry I was a coward Hiding behind excuses To not to come forward In your hour of need my heart refuses To participate in helping your poor I wish… I wish I had done more I am

What tattered heart But mine Would be stuck merely by tape Black tape So it sticks together And not fall apart Into a hundred million pieces Each piece a testimony To the hundred million hardships I faced What tattered heart