He came to the big city with stars in his eyes
Leaving family and friends behind
He wanted to make it big
He had full faith in his ability and his mind.
But where did it lead him?
He is nothing but a rickshaw puller now.
He has a farm back home with a harvest every season
His younger brother already has two children
His plan was not this
To sweat and toil every day
And what does he gain?
Just enough money to get him his daily bread.
He can sing he can act
He can do so much more than just this
He studied in the little missionary school
He made up all these wonderful dreams
But where is he now?
Sleeping on his rickshaw every night.
He was tall and handsome
Black oiled hair and broad chest
He was the pride of the village
They said that he will go far
How is he now?
Bent back and bony frame his sunken cheeks hardly ever turning up in a smile.
He still has hopes he still has dreams
He still believes he can make it
He reads the papers every morning
He aspires for love and fame
How far will this take him?
He doesn’t know and neither does he seem to care.