Strive
The darkness falls inside
The lights are dim
The heart no longer has pride
Your hope is grim
The goals are few
The ideas are dust
The feelings must be anew
Your sacrifice is a must
The dreams are driven
The work is hard
The success is a given
Your faith is your guard
The sweat is profuse
The pain is tight
The failure is of no use
Your achievement is your might
Copyright © Micah Soulpoet | Year Posted 2005
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