Driven by self-righteousness, this world has engraved many lies on my naive slate, as if they have some superior ties.
I was a child then, the best phase they make a strong clan. To rid me of all my senses was a part of their master plan.
Wrapping their complexes they shoved it in my bag, watching intently how long I would drag.
Playing God, they claimed to dishevel my supreme devil which actually was my overbrimming patience that spilled itself on their sky of credence.
They claimed to know the truth and blinded me on the way. Somewhere my gut rejected the plot, but all in vain, I had no say.
As I grew, I knew I was being framed. But I well timed my repulsion and ceased to blame, for I was aware of Galileo's fate. His voice was heard when it was too late.
There was no one to Heer Ranjha's aid, life was the cost their love had paid. For the streets are lit with candle only when dark is something humans can't handle.
I refuse to believe the flame that flicker. For the heat subsides and the wound grows thicker.
Afraid to be tested for my belief that's at odd with those who claim to be the man of god, I retreat myself under the veil, rubbing hard my blood trail.
My imaginations are now the only portal, where my wings fly safe, forever immortal.
Only if the flame of the candle do not fade, my belief is something you never trade, will I be able to fight for my breath uplifting the humanity above the common threat. A helping hand I thereby beseech So I dare have the sky within my reach.