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What lies within brightened souls?
Hope or greed
We see much but none to know
The world is big but just a street
Indeed life is fair
It unfair to the undeserved
So they see blur
What thee struggle, is what is served
Sorrows may be gone
Like a believer, so believing
Or may be a quarter of a long
And like a baby, still teething
So even in felicitation
There could be moments of bleak
The life we know is in oscillation
Still believe, the hopes shouldn’t leak
The have determines not
Think of no future
The act determines what
But think of hereafter
My life perhaps an example
So don’t be too close to call
It’s all possible
Tide rises, tide falls
