Home..

One day that day we see, there would be many other ways.. To see, to look at, to appreciate, to get the meaning and to reach at the bottom of truth.
To measure success, to identify all your goodness, Just when all the doors of light would be kept open and wide, It would be up to you, In which way you want to enter, On which way you want to healed.
One day that day we see, when there would be no hate.. the soil of the shore would refuse to take in the seed of bias and prejudice,
Lust and greed and water would never quench thirst of the people whoever gets involved in a game of conflict.
When there would be no one way to lead life, no one way definition of beauty, and meaning of success would never end with victory for our joy willingly will start to blossom.
One day that day we see, the dawn, the sunrise, the sunset and the stars together, you, kids and I when we will knowledge know.. how the walls called home.