Fighting
Who am I to complain about the life--
I never own?
Circumstances leads me to it,
and so is the future.
Who am I to blame the bad people--
I never know?
There maybe good things resides in bad ones,
just be open minded.
Who am I to say I will not win the race--
I never start?
I could be more brave to face circumstances,
and so is the future.
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