You are not alone!
It is your family!
Here, there is no fantasy.
The ones who are planting the saplings on your way
The hands who are separating the fruits and the hay,
The feet who are swaying in the darkness with you rather
The eyes make you laugh, words keep the odds at bay.
It is your family!
Here, there is no fantasy.
The soul standing beside to gather for your gain
The sounds travel in and out pouring the loving rain,
Oh, champion! How could you be sad just float on your pain
Now, know your real family and remain insane.
It is your family!
Here, there is no fantasy.
