Though it may seem that I’m lost, crushed or buried alive;

In the silence of the unknown a heart can still persist to strive
No matter how unsung or unheard; for when we were born, we all cried.

For the flowers that cognise glory and the ones sigh remorse,
Shall Foster under the same rain, under the same sunlight.
True Mirage, our world; for what we see is all reflected
In my heart and in a winner’s, alike.

Under the bridge of patience which alters not for greed
Over the river capable of encouraging ‘life and death’ by right
For the fortitude of a fish that challenges the river stream,
I shall not drown; for I too chose to thrive

Though it may seem that I’m lost, crushed or buried alive;
I have ‘his’ will of fire and an infinite perseverance to fight.

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