You should keep marching on
Not minding threats that come
Don't lose your shape of form.
Remember, its you the sun would burn
Not the treasured dreams yet unborn.
Everyone's got it all in all,
To take us up when we fall,
To make us fly in times we crawl.
Just keep hope while you breathe
Look inward and be informed.
Life presents path that's so rare
With end that seems so weir
But Men move to unclothe their fear
Lest till death can't afford its fare.
Better ones draw near theirs that care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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