Bleak. That is what I see
Not being the man I want to be
Barren and beaten
Thrown down into the pits of despair
Blue and wide, the skies are
Waiting for me.
Yet, I'm here
Laying down, facing the blue ceiling
But, my soul shall not waver
My hands shall break through
The blue ceiling above me
Into the utopia, called Future
Throw me again!
Beat me up again!
Spit at me!
Curse me!
Yet, my soul shall not waver!
As I had made my stand
To preserve on
Even if the world crumbles
I will climb out from its rubble
And continue standing
PS: Dedicated to all my friends who feel like giving up. Preserve on. And fight!
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