A Challenge Called Life
It is sorrow which makes us tough
It is pain which makes us strong
It's only after burning, gold is casted
It's the muddy pools where lilies belong.
With impossibilities, is tested character
With disease, is checked resistance
With anger, is analysed patience
And with failure, is determined persistence.
It's the defeat which leads you to victory
It's the enemy which reveals your strength
Ideas are generated from a twisted mind
Only crushed flowers leave a stronger scent.
Disasters lead us to a new way of life
You reach the end only when you start;
Life is full of punctuation marks
It depends on you
Where to put a coma, and where to put a dot.
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