End is not yet here
Though I may be lowly
And hooping in darkness
I shall arise
My strength might failed
Courage might have gone
My nerves might be weaken
I shall arise
It may cost my blood
It may take the last breath
And entails a thousand stretch
I shall arise
I don’t need sun rays
Or hope in moon light
Nor wait for fair weather
I shall arise
The enemy might yelled
Acquaintance might fled
The devil might afflicted
I shall arise
Myriads were here
They don’t faint here
Or died here
I shall arise
I might have lost everything
And reduced to nothing
One thing is certain
I shall arise
I may have no comeliness
Or outstanding potentials
I shall arise
For trust in the Immortal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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