Treasure Island

Lee John Siebritz

(12 March 1985 / Cape Town)

Success


Success is an achievement for hard work

Through hard work and prayer and trying times

The lord makes it happen

to be blessed with the faith in him and strength

It was possible for me to succeed

Because I believed

To feel happy for what I have done

To cry tears of joy and scream aloud

To be applauded and to be envied by some

To go home and be hugged by your mother

and to see a smile on your father

To look back and be proud

saying I did and that's how

To receive an award for what you have done

Is phenomenal for some

And in the end saying it was fun

Because success is the best result under the sun.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 21, 2005

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