Is Lonely Up There

Is lonely up there 
Born to win 
Is a mission on too many minds
Out there 
So the pressure continue
No time to waste time 
Despite all time wasted
When a man decide he truly moves
So I see the movements of the sons 
And daughters of men 
I see the motive behind theirs ways 
Born to win mentality 
So they keep working searching
And dreaming 
It like an  eternity journey 
From the childhood to old age 
This mission is endless 
Till death do the faithful soul 
Apart is the moto 
The Game is just to win 
Despite the failures 
Despite the doubt 
Despite the odds and deeds 
The pressure still continue


Is lonely up there 
I wear the eye of the old 
No wonder I understand 
How to step Into my personality
Cos I could see and understand
That in life all that glitters are not gold
So when you are stepping up on your game
Be kind be good cos up there is lonely
Yes when you get to that very pick 
You never wish you will ever be 
Believe me it is lonely 
Cos it is satisfying but confusing
It never that sweet as you hope
From the beginning 
No wonder so many fall back to base 
Cos the little things we ignore in life
While going up 
Is the real true source of life 
It is the real touch and beauty
Of life 
It is the true call of nature 
So be careful in life for what you wish for 
When you get to your pick alone 
You will fall back to nothing
So Instead to be there alone 
Take the one you love along
Those who cares for you 
Those who sincerely wish you good
Matters in life 
If not believe me truly
Is lonely up there
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