The Wet Progress

Like a fire placed before her, Serving as a source of tommorow's shower Sweat and wail can never be eluded, As she proceed through the narrow hotbed Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted A fearful lass on a hot coal Experiencing the traumatic show When the kite of life drove-by Maintaining her integrity without loosing her tie As she lay her hand on the keg of sweat, She begins to sail out of tommorows fret Determination truly she adore, Making her to see success harbour Tartness like a movie she watch in rising Then, let the sweet chowder appear in her dusk With her eyes on her true goal Strongly, she keeps herself under the broil Her spirit turns bright, As she keep off her voyage sprite Beautiful night she see in true hope Albeit she hack it in the labour rope I never knew she could smile like a valour, When her appearance becomes sour A plucky girl with strong power to steer, On the negligence of the labour tear Then, today she see herself in wail Tommorow will bring gleesome ray.