The End

Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions. Don't let struggle bring you down One day you shall wear the crown You own it anyway From your first to your last day Your clothes may be tatered Your gold low But you, my child Was born with more than you know The richest man when he is old and grey Would give all his gold To be poor if only to play Would give all to rise from his wheelchair and be the poorest man walking there rise and rise again, no matter your status in life, know that one day you shall be judge by how you lived and not by your worth on this earth but by your right that God granted you birth The end