I am a living soul
They say when it starts it feels so cold
Now I doubt, when will it happen to me?
But before that, am coming
I may fall so bad, am coming
Am coming with the light
All would wish to view my sight
Yes! I am coming, ready to win the fight
Yes! I am a soldier, an eagle that flies like a kite
I may never bite when am on a diet
The end matters
I stand firm to say thanks to life
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