Solace in words

Just go, fly Or you will die. Never come back to this sky With people of filthy eyes. They will try to pull you down as they try. I would suggest, do everything at your best. Even if they lavishly talk. They are the bad ones with a smile of sly, With a mask of goodness that they can't hide. Oh! dear fly so high, to a bright and shiny sky, Yet so high that no one can make you cry.

"History, it’s not there since the birth of yours and mine, it’s there since a clock could strike nine for the first time, it’s there since the evolution of the mankind."