Too far I've travelled
there's no turning back
over there my epiphany
lies-  it can't wait

the sun tortures and scorches
my face the winds they wildly smack
my feet are giving --of thirst I'm dying
but I can't drink my own sweat

yet there's no giving up
I've to stare at the face of fate
not an inch will I be reduced
by sheer will I must reach the desired gate

night falls and the road
is invisible - I'm blinded-
still a voice within me urges:
for victory your life is made