One day I'll be free,
From this Herculean task I shall flee,
With my whispering wings I shall your the sky,
Gracefully I'll fly by and by.
I'm known to be tied to my mum apron's string,
Without her, alone I can't do things,
I'm deprived a sense of pride,
Making me a mockery ride.
One day, I will take over the whole league,
Alone, the hurldes , I shall ridge,
I'll build a wall around me,
A trend underneath and a dam around the sea
By then, I would have become a man,
With my future partner I shall pan,
Even when the breeze seems hot,
But till then, I owe that wonderful woman a lot
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