with rain drops on the pavement,
and a scent of flowers across the city,
the tall buildings made of cement,
i knew, this is the city of my destiny.
a man walks his path,
with a sight of honour in mind,
everything rushes to the head as one thought,
its his place in the world, he wishes to find.
with an eye for judgement,
everyone passes by,
but the motivation to make a statement,
make their gaze a lie.
i’ll climb the hills that define,
true success of a lifetime,
and build a house so fine,
without which, a life would be a crime.
and at the end of the line,
i’ll stop on the pavements to smell the rain,
because with blood on the line,
this moment of scent, is the only gain.