Treasure Island

Lesego Tsiu

(14 September 1993 / Bothaville, Free State South Africa)

Rise


Still i rise to fame,
trying to escape the pain that i've
faced,
Hold my head high trying to forget
the painful days,
The days that i've lost all just
trying to get to a better place,

Still i rise to fame,
Still i'm trying to write my name
on the book of fame,
Though sometimes i fail but still i
try my best to rise up and stand on
the world stage,
probably get out of this cage and
rise up fame.

Still i rise to fame,
with the world giving me a clean
page,
Giving me a chance to write
something,
I couldnt write about my pain,
remember what i said about a
clean page?

Still i rise to fame,
with the world as my stage,
and life as a well written but
undiscovered play,
i rise to fame,
While trying to figure out this
place,
While trying to familiarise my self
with this world stage.

Still i'm going to rise to fame,
Despite all my pain and fails,
I rise above all the hate,
Stand tall with a smile on my face,
'Cause My past is not what my
future holds.

Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014

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