She is the golden ray
The dawn on a foggy day
She is the harbinger of joy
Of hope, peace and love…
She is the golden ray
The dawn on a foggy day
She is the harbinger of joy
Of hope, peace and love…
It’s so unfair to say
Life is all just mud and clay;
For it’s in the same sticky soil
That the flower blossomed;
Your tryst with life began
All bright and gay!
You can settle down saying
The sun has set in
Or relax and enjoy
The late evening chill;
Life’s not about dealing with dawn and dusk
It’s what’s in between where you are left to fill!
Ya both are same… almost. In fact, this is what Wikitionary has to say about the same:
Born into this world
Attaining Life,
Oh I am so Happy!
Born to rule
Ready to have a rocking life
Oh yet why do I Cry!
So many faces
So many voices
Oh I am so Afraid!