If only it was a dream,
A nightmare where everyone strife to be
A dim mysterious light gleam
A glare within a person’s soul hide

Yet within despair, reflects hope
A burning feeling within, Such is rare
It started through a thought
Which then turn into light,

No matter what happens,
Never let go of what you have gain
Cause within determination
Echoes great compensation

Every effort does not go unanswered,
For every mind is manned
Like a little candle burning within
And little by little it grown to have been,

But for some unfortunate events
The little candle burned no more,
And back to the beginning it has come
Like a sleeping bear it hybernates,

For the little candle of hope
One day burns much stronger
The age of strife will one day reach
A strong conclusion of hope and teach,

Lest it be so a reminder to one and all,
No one is truly a slave to one’s call
For being free is a man’s true call
Realizing what were, but never are
Tied to chains? We never were…….

~END