Leamping To the Light House

Are we going to sit in one place and leak wounds like Dogs? It is not the weak who accepts what they cannot change but Soldiers who fights each battle not longing to win but to be victorious. A Day is the Sun's territory A Night is the Moon's territory The clouds comes enthralling, sauntering like a King chanting thunders with a glimpse of lightning to evoke fear but they always disappear shamelessly into tears. It is a mystery that each and every hopeless steps We take, sounds like the sound of Chariots and Horses and a great Army against the Giant Monster in the Soul