If every gate, before you reach is closed,
when everyone gave you away, had you hoped?
Let every gate close and everyone go away,
Only hope can show you, your destined way.
What is wrong if you have always lost,
you've learnt the lessons at last,
that nothing is really won in this life,
it is just like a simple game of dice.
With hope you will rise and shine,
people will call you, 'you are mine',
even the ones who showed you the gate,
not knowing it was their great mistake.
Life is a wave of hope, goes up and comes down,
those who succeed are those who don't drown,
but cling tightly to the wave of hope,
and wait for their turn, to return.
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