Deep down the realms of my heart I must say,
there lies a mansion of my dreams made of clay...
there lies a mansion of my dreams made of clay...
Being shaped and re-shaped on the wheel of life,
Stuck between aspirations and compromises and torn in their strife....
Withstanding the hurricanes of fear and apprehensions,
Stretched between priorities and trifling tensions...
But the foundation still stays, the desire never dies,
The destination may be far right into the skies........
For me, the melancholy street of my hopes still bursts at the seams,
I was and I am the mason of dreams..........................
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