Days passed, months passed, years passed I worked on myself, Days passed, months passed, years passed I worked on myself,

The rain reminds me of you, how you looked at it dazed, The rain reminds me of you, how you looked at it dazed,

I believe people are the reflections of the love they receive. I believe people are the reflections of the love they receive.

Showing the world of writer through the eye of poem. This is all about this poem. Showing the world of writer through the eye of poem. This is all about this poem...

Her desire to be herself, makes people believe she's less of a woman. Her desire to be herself, makes people believe she's less of a woman.

Women are not weak. Don't you dare think them weak. Because, you never know when those cool breeze t... Women are not weak. Don't you dare think them weak. Because, you never know when...