Alive

Dying body, drowning in rain 
Finding courage to take the pain 
But a spirit that soars up high 
Casting its rays across the sky 

And that whatever storm may blow 
It will not yield its lively glow 
It will remain stead and alive 
To the gusty wind, it will jive 

The trial of life may be tough 
And the path it takes may be rough 
But the glow of its burning ember 
Will make a mark to remember 

And in the night when sky is dark 
The spirit will glow a bright spark 
Until it breaths, it is alive 
The bleeding shows that it does thrive

hoperhyme

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