She peeped through the small window of vile ethics.
In the hope that one day she ‘ll be there where no one can clip her dreams .
She was living in the world of dead
Where she was like a cadaver behind bars,
Whose soul was free out there in the silver sky .
She wanted to gaze the star full sky, without any fear
She want streets to be free for her as for them .
She compare herself with them coz she know her thoughts are not comparable.
Now as her soul is free, now she want other to feel the same .
As she peeped through the small window of vile ethics …