Fighter Poem by Anonymous Still

He was knocked down far many times
For every step he took had to put up a fight
Having the courage to chose was his only crime
With every hope that came his way dark was there to dim the light....
He was mocked oh! So bad
Every 'friend' turned him down
Poor boy! They shouted to the young lad
A young dreamer from a small town..
It was all so new
The days were different from the morning dew
He had to face the the wrath he didn't know why
For every one he met had something to lie
How he sat alone
Vulnerable to life and prone
Wondering where his guardian Angels were
The future seemed to blur...
Losing the idea of life he decided to hold on
to survive every single day was his game he won
The only saviour he had was his dream
In a place full of people where success is what they scream...
Now he looks back and smile
To all the people who unintentionally made him strong
Rising to the top after 'crawling' the miles
He learnt a good heart overcomes the wrong! !