Michael, Miracle Philadelphia Okorie (10 November 1993 / Nigeria)

Fixed in meadows of life
Haunted by the arrows of weakness
Cheated by the claws of fears
What a hungry fate of time
Strained without a limited strive

Terror strikes without light
Endless like a running tide
Together weakens some at past
Presently drops a lot unequipped
… To face the race at first…
“Racing is might like wars”

Distressed as though so week
Strangles like the knives on a hive
They sought to weak my courage
Through storms and thorns…
Fire and brims, so hurts
Like courage lost.

Though the storms may rage
Terrors lurks behind the rounds
Motive lost like the wild wind.
I’d never loose my fight
For fight is all I do,
Never stop till the end is mine

I’m courage filled to press
The end is mine I guess
Tirelessly I’ll never loose this war
Can’t stop now, I’m too far.
Can’t stop now, I dream high
My goals and dreams are mine till the end