Life, if not a gift,
then what else is it,
a hurdle race, yes,
but are they for you to stop.
Did you lose hope?
why was then no despair?
why didn't you give in?
to the anger, why you lived?
You still regret, don't you?
those old memories,
why are there now comparisons?
with people, you care no more.
You have an ambition,
desire to achieve,
dream you can't unsee,
then don't sleep in sadness.
FIght back the tears,
no moment to spare,
conquer your fears,
a gift then will emerge.
