They tried to make me believe
in faith and told me tales of fairies
and every night as I closed my eyes
I wondered if life is fair-y?
Faith. I had none, I grew
to believe in my own deed
Until one day I found love
waiting for me under the tree.
I found a gem, I never asked, I
looked at the sky, to find him at last.
The one who showered abundance
and blessings, he sowed a seed of faith
that day, in my throbbing heart,
which now prays and
believes in his grace,
turning million lives into fairy tales.
Memoir 