The early rays come and go,
And I start to learn to fight,
Trying to achieve my goals,

My fights are like the bird,
That is caged,
Like the soldiers who go in the battlefield,
Never to come again,

Like the crow which is thirsty,
But cannot find water,
Like the person who has legs,
But cannot walk,

The real truth is- will I ever win?
And say goodbye,
To my departing smile.