The light was dim, the night was dark,
cold wind crept along the light which,
topped the night in chilling fright
though my path was clear, like lined with light
as my soul was filled in fire of hopes.
The moon shines bright, the night is light
the cold wind still creeps along the night
thrown to ground, my soul survived
stabbed me hard standing behind
broken me down but I survived
stood back in feet hoping ray of light
I am still alive but are my dreams?
never give up, my soul whispered
will survive the terror of life
and I will arrive at the hall of fame.
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