Around me all are getting gold
But I am here rotting.
I too could have climbed
A tree, a rock of rare height
But it was the witch who told me that
I did not have iron wings
But I see men of nothing
Grin with flashing white teeth
Chuckle and smile looking at me
Now I imagine
Despair is the culprit who
Desisted me from pursuing my dream
Possible and impossible
Directly proportional to confidence
You bring in
Turn the wheel
It is never late
Combine your efforts with belief
No one else, only you win.