The Story of Life

Around the world, It's you...
In the deep core, It's you...
Wherever we go, whatever may happen...
For you, I'll always be there...
'coz of special bonding we share
With friends, such promises are made...
when we are in lower grade...

But when we grow...
we are caught by our sis and bro...
They tell us that...
there's nobody like friend and...
there are only blood relations...
and they force us to adopt this fashion
They make us follow this path...
and we get wet in the money bath...
And we are devoid of rain of friends...
heading way to the dreary trend

When we grow and grow...
we become this world's spice
Money and we are like...
cheese and mice
One day, we meet our old friend...
who is also the victim of same trend
We stop, we talk and with happiness we yell...
And promise, that now...
we will daily ring each other a bell

But days go on and on...
and when we become lords of our profession...
the world starts following our fashion...
when we are rocking the (success) dance floor...
Suddenly....a bell rings at the door
A somewhere seen face appears...
and we ask,"yes, do i know you?"....
with gloomy face, that soul walks back into the blue...
Without any care...
we again celebrate...
for we got nothing...
but lost a Friend.......