Dreams were shattered
Hopes were murdered
So brutally, I left
wondering at my fate.
Fate seems to forget
Time and again...
My hope is a
Phoenix type...
Rises from sheer nothing
Though I know, I can do nothing!
Dead or alive...
My hope makes me live.
Goals were set
No looking back now.
For I am a champion,
I never do so!
Nothing can stop me
Not least the poverty!
Riding high on hopes.
I still HOPE my wings were not cut brutally.
Is this my fault?
Asks my heart...
Do you have an answer...
I say a clear No!
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