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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ALL BORN TO STRUGGLE All born to struggle, In the way of their hand palm, Tears flow down for it deserve, And smile rise of it came true, The half life of my destiny Was written with a shaft, For I have stand with shag. My childhood was a shadow of my wealth, As I sew, my broken dreams, And heal the severe heart, I was given a powerful shaft, For to defend my dear ones and kids, I was paired with my love, For to built a new dreams, Day past out night returns soon, What I know My hand palm was written with a shag and tag, For meanwhile I was so numb, ‘As my dear one’ left me behind, But now my struggle tactic my lost dream, For I stand in the name of Christ, All with their kids, But I spent my life with emptiness, As above one made me to be alone, I was meant to be the mother of Khul, As I enlighten the forgotten nation With the magic spell of my power, Where I can see my nation in Jerusalem up there, My destiny was mingled with tears, For I was forced to quit the Christ, But I gave up my life for Christ To reborn in the heaven of freedom, Season goes and come again, I have learnt to be alone, Lord observe my struggle For I was to stand alone, In the battlefield of mire, As I miss date my life, For obeying the wisdom of god in minster, But I believe some thing is still left for me. As I was the daughter of my father, And my life was the law of wisdom, Cause I made my dept to flow through the tack, For I was reborn to rejoice the name of him, As am the voulte-face of those waft dream, My unrest heart start to sing upon him, As he gifted two hope, Where I can lay rest on them, And began new life of shag, And those struggle, pain and tears, Were to be written in the white cloths And free them as I wish.
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