Hopes Remain...

Seasons change, so do we.
Hopes remain, so should be.

Birds in the sky, fly very high
I look at them, with a heavy sigh.

Why not wings He gave to me,
So that I could fly, also very high.

God is wise and very kind.
He gave me power to think and dream.
To hope and want ; desire for more.
With the help of these, I started flying,
And reached the sky, very high.
Where even those birds
Could not be seen.