Through the gorges and blind allies
Before glittering in pride she became sick
There she saw all around scattered
In abundance scarcity of elegance and wit
Before she fell from the height of a hill
I told her she was really at bottom of a pit
She did not go anywhere actually she was
Kept blind folded where she was
And could not have any idea of reality
In darkness she thought it was her great rise.
Through the gorges and blind allies
Before glittering in pride she became sick
There she saw all around scattered
In abundance scarcity of elegance and wit
Before she fell from the height of a hill
I told her she was really at bottom of a pit
She did not go anywhere actually she was
Kept blind folded where she was
So she could not have any idea of reality
In darkness she thought it was her great rise.