Moist eyes, but the lips smile
There's pain, not gone vain
With every fall, stand tall
Sky is the limit and its free for all.
There's a bend to every road,
And an end to every goal,
No journey ceases till you don't breathe,
No joy in accomplishments, till you have bruised a knee.
In the run, there has to be a sojourn,
Lest you perish just fighting for the bun
Live a life on your long walk
Let your lips smile and eyes talk
I bruised a knee, when I ran
I am living a life, the way I can
I aint giving up on myself thru the run
I pick up so much and there's the fun.
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