With a dream in your heart,
Ye may find yourself alone,
Tearing miseries apart,
Ye strive on your own,
With a stronger will ye do it now,
No matter what the world shouts,
Climbing up the peak ye make a vow,
Ye shalt journey through the treacherous routes.
'Cause when ye shalt turn and look back,
Through the rain that once rolled out your eyes,
The pain was worthy in the sack,
A moment of truth ye would realize.
The journey ye walked whereon,
Will embrace your paragon.
©Monica Verma, 2010
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