Hope
The sun is bright, that is hope.
The dark cloud is pregnant for a moist day
And the turfs are beautifully smiling
The sun is scorching, that is pain.
And the beautiful turf wilt and dry
And the rain drops,
Announcing the blossom of the shrubs and bright flowers
The challenges of life,
The pain and anguish ,
Are the embers and springboard to announce our triumph.
Heros are made out of battles
Victors are made through trial
Though some are conquered
They are the unsung true heros.
As our eyelids open for a new dawn,
It is an attestation of hope to come.
To get there,
To sing victory,
To be crowned a hero
Keep striving without daunting
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