The rule..

Warmth of mother's arms, the first time when a baby sees world
comments and compliments, he is fantasized with the  words
His hero, his father, his leader his mother
He piles up his dreams and webs his thought as he goes further

Enthusiasm, he carries, lad of his family
Quenching all the thirsts he feels, he sees and moves up to be where he wants to be
As he steps to the time, the period of his life
His dreams slowly falls off, himself seeing pieces being aside

He knows not what actually is making him fall
Thunder hits him, storm at the same time, no where to go, as he stands with the dreams of all
Time has come, it moves you know it, and dark rests
While earth rotates, you be on top once and you get to bottom the next

Fighting back has always been the key to live
To gain what we have wished of, to achieve our motive
But he knows not, brighter even do rest
Messes up all what he together had

at his best
His body and soul, now rests apart
Within the same warmest arm he resides
Smiles they had then has turned to tears from eyes
Just because he learned how to dream, but not the road to divine
Not easy as it seems to go, yet a coward you be if you leave
This has always been a rule of life, to stay here, dream, achieve and to perceive!