Perseverance has no color,
It strives through life until
It reaches what it aimed for
Hopes and dreams made to fulfill.
The journey itself is the trying,
The going past all the hard times.
Struggles may be hindering-
Each step speaks of Courage sublime.
The man who tried and did his all,
Who stood the test, remained brave,
Who rose again after each fall,
Lived the best that this life gave.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.10.15
The journey itself is the trying。Everybody maybe fall when they are on his/her joureny.Someone ever said: Our great glory consists not in neve falling, but in rising every time we fall.
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The journey itself is the trying。Everybody maybe fall when they are on his/her joureny.Someone ever said: Our great glory consists not in neve falling, but in rising every time we fall.