
The sky
The sky is full of unknown stars
And infinite of them
We wonder why?
We all see the same stars, but we don’t have to look at the stars
pointed by someone else’s guiding hand
We can chase our own
And follow them in the light and dark
Because Sky is the roof for you and me
Doesn’t differentiate between rich and poor
We wonder why?
It has space for each ones view
That’s how unique we are
Ever felt stuck
Just look up
And don’t wonder why
