Conquering life, one dream at a time.

Down the road as we go
The dreams that were left behind
by immortal souls, speak to us
Through things they touched.
Stories that were left unfinished
Yearn for their protagonists

With lives so short and dreams so mighty
We are humble folks rich with dreams
That one day we may seize.

They say the past resonates
A striking coincidence of
Untimely deaths of noble souls.
Yet, we don’t stop.
Hoping to be the prodigy
The ones to complete
The missions of the martyrs.

We are small folks filled with dreams
That we may never reach,
Because when you have so many lives
You stay there frozen, too afraid to let go.
Until you turn into a dead leaf echo.

We don’t fear the ghosts of the past
But respect their wishes
The ground has been blessed by their dreams
One day, ours will bless it too
We carry the dreams of many on our backs
But yes we are humble folks
Money does not go to our heads
Dreams do, realise them we will
And more dreams will follow
Conquer them we will, one at a time.