A fire burns, you cannot see,
A will so strong, it lives in me.
A hope that shines, a steady light,
Keeps me alive, through day and night.
Like dandelion, head held high,
I fight the wind, till I reach the sky.
Though paths are hard, and journeys long,
My goal ahead, makes my spirit strong.
This will to fight, this missing trust,
Keeps me alive, from soil to dust.
I'll keep on going, strong and free,
My goal in sight, eternally.
I will not break, I will not bend,
My will and hope, until the end.
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