The world will criticise, jump in line, mock, laugh and abuse It's their turn to twist it to the limit so that you lose, A ship hitting the mark to the shore, can sink if miss the iceberg, You got to save yourself on the way from the pirates and the thugs. A Skirmish Unexplained: From a girl loved long lost and learned to love again, Thy pain is the healer as it takes you down the memory lane, Thou may not feel to strive for more until it strikes back on you, For dust is what you are made of and in dust, you will blew, The reminiscence will be held forever only if it's worthy to, Oh! Waking up to a new dream is always known to be true.