You may let me down...
with your bitter twisted lies,
But still, like plants in spring...
I will rise again from the dead,
You may shoot me down...
with your evil missiles,
But still, like the sun...
I will shoot up again,
You may shatter my dreams...
And make my life miserable,
But still like Phoenix, I will rise...
...from ashes,
You may wound my heart...
with your sharp tongue,
But still, I will talk to you...
with a sweet tongue,
You may gaze at me...
with hateful eyes,
But still, I will smile at you...
with loveful eyes,
You may try to disturb my peace...
and serenity,
But still, with patience and prayer...
I will remain quiet and calm,
You may create hurdles in my way...
But still, like water I will go on flowing,
This is my way, my Lord bids me to follow.
MyKoul
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