Once a man with a valorous heart Went for the vision of living his dream To express his creativity through some form of art Day by day he would feed his soul With the contentment of working at home “I am fortunate to live as an artist” So he said What he could never expect... The world couldn’t pay for his candid work And so he had to turn back on his faith Freedom has never been the same from that day on And so his will to live Once a man with a straightforward mind Went for the vision of living with ease Amid luxury and all the wealth he could ever find Day by day he would struggle hard With the commitment his firm desired “It’s all part of the art of making a fortune” So he said What he could never expect... Routine turned his fight into such a load He couldn’t bear fearless like before He chose to give up that life In favor of his sanity On the wings of ruin After the search of their lives Fate has been so merciless For having let them fly On the wings of ruin