Up we go on this treacherous trek,
Walking upon ambitions wrecked,
Oh my brethren do check,
For the distance left in parsec.
Fear not for the distance left,
For only we can climb up the crest,
Armed with sleepless nights,
Equipped with passions denied.
Every step that we take,
The pain asks us to forsake,
But, this path that we choose to take,
Seldom allows a mistake
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