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
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