World may scream But I'll stick to my choices. (Read in caption) Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Let my umbrella open up to the rains, And let me be outside to quench my thirst. Mother would be shouting seeking for the better health of mine, But rain god wanted to bless me more. Dreams must be flying by hovering over the time And all my wishes must be recreating by listening to their opinions.
