Just a little to the edge of the bricked wall, I stood looking high above waiting for the almighty call. Those fluffy looking clouds floating, teasing me with their presence Since I was not privileged with wings to fly, they made a mockery of my existence. Even the sun knew when to set and meet its beloved, the sea Freeing the sky from the color blue ‘cause it’s time for evening tea. I waited for the night to arrive to take me to the stars, My mother called from above when I was fighting wars. The moon came up with all its shine, she was there beside as the brightest one I went to look for joy in death, for I have completed my run.