high up in the building

High up in the building

Feel the wind crossing along

The smell of breezy cool wind

It makes you stay indoors

Looking out from the windows

The rows of cars on the roads

And the dust and the smoke

In the village life feeling much better

Then earning a living

The richness the city offers

Many flock into it

Many feel the lost ways

It isn't green all the way

Some fall into pits; some fall into preys

Some make it to the top

They never stay long

The noisy vehicles

The buzzing sound of searching wealth

In the city never sleeps

Where nights abundance of wealth

Up in the high rise building

The listening voices of the wind

“You can't fly my friend

You can only dream”