Nights are silent, nights are pleasant,
Some dark, some with full moon seems magnificent.
In dreams, some see queens, some knights,
But in his destiny, he has only sleepless nights.
He was blissful, with a radiant soul,
For he had no burdens, didn’t have any role.
Now he’s grown up, pessimistic and broken,
Now he carries a fake smile, real one’s stolen.
He doesn’t complain, now he doesn’t desire,
For all he needs a spark to bring out the fire.
He can achieve anything, can accomplish any heights,
But he can’t get over his sleepless nights.