There were days with blooming skies

which we touched with our own looks

We tried to skip school as for us it was a race

and now we remember and cherish those days that was a grace

There were friends and family who assisted us 

and when we were too weak they carried us

We never stopped gleaming as sadness was confined

because of all the love and happiness that was behind

There were days we took everything for granted 

because we all loved and wanted to become branded

We used to complain a lot when things never went our way

but when we want to do those things now we cannot do it anyway

Now 'Hope' is the only thing with feathers

that perches in the soul like heathers

And sings the tune without words

and never stop flying like birds.