We often fail and sometimes made mistakes
In the challenging field what we call life
Every dawn, the quest for battle awakes
With a bell ringing in sorrow and strife
The soul was dip into the growing failures
And hope was anchored in the seas of pain
It was guarded by struggles’ iron bars
Giving difficulties which man endures
The efforts and hardworks might be all vain
The journey of winning is far like stars
But with courage in heart, man can stand still
And can walk to the pathway of his will
Footsteps of trials will fade in the eyes
And he shall see himself going to rise.
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