I can hear the call,
Off beyond boundaries,
It will not be my fall,
I\'ll untie this ties,
follow the bloom voice,
U\'ll say Was my choice,
On the first bloom,
when things will gloom,
I\'ll run from this doom,
Fly to where colours talk,
Of great future with no walk,
Now you shift the game,
But the blame is lame,
My ears are shuttered,
Ur cries are influrred ,
This time am ironed,
No cries no smiles
Can make a change,
For i will do my slides
When the first flower blooms
I\'ll take my chance,
To fly where colours dance.