Life is what we make it,
Though full of treasure and pleasure,
Fullest we strive to enjoy it,
With some individuals acting the unseen script,
Submitting helplessly to its dictates,
Tossed here and there,
Others ponder knowing fully well each line of their script,
Our life is in our hands,
A deep thought, a deep reflection,
Our undying quest for change
With the persistent work of faith,
Our dream can come true,
'Cause life is what we make it.
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