I gently pick up the leftovers of yesterday's quarrels and tomorrow's dreams, I gently pick up the leftovers of yesterday's quarrels and tomorrow's dreams,

The poem shows the realms of life. The poem shows the realms of life.

In a magical world- Where my soul will gallop with joy and breathe easy... In a magical world- Where my soul will gallop with joy and breathe easy...

The string of lost realm; The string of lost realm;

I was climbing the skyscraper, trying to reach my dreams It was not rosy, nor was it smooth as cr... I was climbing the skyscraper, trying to reach my dreams It was not rosy, nor...

Doth not you have faith? Doth not you have faith?