Life has hit me down as ever
Will I stay on ground or rise back?
That’s the question in mind
Whats the thing of staying on ground
I will ever be like a hypocrite
With a desire of not to fight
And seeing the miseries around me
No strength to change anything upon
Now I realize
In rising lies the fall and
The fall lies the raising
It’s a circle I thought
With no beginning and end
Like the phoenix
Sure to go back to ashes
But only to rise again.
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