That new born on that hill,
new, growing, gaining food and water ;
it grew too soon, understood too much,
expectations and ambitions it wanted to break free from them
but it was too deep rooted inside, cant break free
it wanted to fly , reach every corner of the infinite sky
but the fear of critics, his own relations
it became a burden, it became shackles ; now he wont be free from them
he is uncertain , trapped and haunted,
i guess that newborn on the hill, has grown up now…..
