Spirited
Through the mist of agony
I see him growing
Its like a bloom in a desert,
The seeds of success are sowing
He defied the devil
Made his way through pitch black darkness
He hid his pain in a grave somewhere,
But his face bears no hardness
He was abused and subdued
People inflicted so much pain on him
He was caged and ruthlessly bruised,
And through that despair he learned to swim
Sorrows suppressed him to such an extent
He grabbed his pillows and walked far away
He sacrificed the bliss of sleep and took a longer road,
One that beholds his destination but no place to stay
The desperation and dejection still squeezed his heart
The are like thousand needles pressed against his flesh
He has crushed so many memories behind that face,
His eyes are still radiant and fresh
He has dreams to fulfill
He will be the winner in this struggle
He shall conquer the throne,
And his oponents will be crumbled
His soul is like an exuberant lamp
It always glows like a hope
It enlightens for others to see through darkness,
He's an angel who lends your heart a rope
No matter how unfortunate life gets
He knows his directions very well
He has no support,no one to hold,
But that's how he'll discover himself
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