On and On
The path of success,
I never saw,
The glass of glory,
I never tasted,
Is now fading.
I hear the ring of 11th hour,
Nothing to loose,
But much to gain.
The fight , not to live;
But to survive.
Justice in one hand,
Truth in other,
What have i gained at last?
Nothing in this world,
Something is waiting in other.
It’s my hope,
Which pulls my life on and on,
It still goes on and on....
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