Hope

Waking up early,

Coming home late,

Never have I tried,

To change my fate.

Without having courage,

To do the things I love,

Because everything is stuck inside me,

Like a bad cough.

In this concrete jungle,

We all are slaves to the upper machines,

Running away from the walls,

Glowing like midnight sea

But, I will not lose hope,

I will keep beating the drum,

Because deep down inside,

We all are lions in this kingdom.