Walking through the glary paths,
There was no disgrace I faced but I chose to be alone ,
When I was walking with my friends,
Talking about the new and regular trends,
On the paths which are always mend, I took an insurgent
bend,
When I chose to be alone.
A thought that dropped in my mind,
That got mixed in my blood,
That flowed through my veins,
That may not come again.
So, I chose to walk the ground to make the noise apart
To hear the voice that was making echo,
At every beat and every flow.
