You can see her smile..
But not the price, she has paid for it.
You can envy his rise..
But not the sacrifice, he made for it.
He walked away as she screamed..
He could have seen her cry, if stayed for it.
She never opened the doors in dark nights..
The stars were all her, if she was to raid for it.
Take a shovel, dig deep and move the mountain..
But he just stood crying and prayed for it.
It’s just the tip of iceberg what we see..
Just like a mirage and we trade for it.
Just a humble touch, warm words, sweet kiss..
Instead, to make a man fall, we crusade for it.