from what I read

الأربعاء مايو 17, 2023 5:29 am

Every day . . . a battle we have fought
In a battlefield . . . we have thought
Things that we regret
And surely will never forget
At times . . . we have fall
And every time we stand tall
Learned in the hardest way
From wounds that we didn't pray
Put your head up . . . and keep the fight
We can kneel . . . but keep them tight
Raise your hands up . . . and shout aloud
Tomorrow you wake up and stand proud
Look up the sky . . . to face another battle
In a field of life . . . we can never be baffle
Shout aloud . . . and cry harder
Let the teardrops be your reward as a winner
Everyday we face different struggles in life . . . every day we cry tears for different reasons . . . some for success and most because of sorrow . . .
Every morning is a start of a round . . . every moment is a battlefield . . . wherein we don't have a choice but to face and fight . . .
We will win and we will lose . . . but it's a fight that we choose . . . No matter what happened . . . take it as a learning . . . and tomorrow in another round for us to have a chance of winning . . .