Circles of Life
In the circles of life
There are many daring petals
As choking as a knife
But we have to hard like metals
When the trauma arise
We have to fight to arose it down
So that our offspring may realize
That there's no gain in breaking down
In the trivial past
Of the present error
Make amendment in a steady pace
Submit not to the hanging terror.
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