Any torch one elects to carry,
Must be lifted high with pride.
With a purpose not to tarry.
And,
Through any storm if necessary.
Kept and held high,
As if to reach stars in the sky.
With a flame,
That blazes one's name on it.
To remain unchanged...
From birth to exist in eternity!
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