Beautiful World
The world is achingly beautiful,
Yet man walks burdened in pain.
Though born to be free and dutiful,
Everywhere, he’s bound by chains.
In a world that rushes blindly,
Man must learn to wait—
To face life’s questions quietly,
Through error, fate, and weight.
Life is a path of struggle,
A climb through joy and sorrow,
A journey marked by trials,
With dreams we chase tomorrow.
Through anguish, doubt, and fear,
He presses on each night,
No sword or shield in hand—
Just will, and silent fight.
It’s a war for the strongest,
A test of heart and mind.
Believe in who you are—
Don’t leave your strength behind.
The world is hard, yet wonderful,
A place of shade and light.
So rise again, keep walking—
Your spirit is your might.
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