Joy Comes In The Morning
Success beckoned to me
But every effort to reach her was futile
I can not be a friend to failure
Which is why I won't stop to try.
After a long walk searching for light
With nothing to show, I sank in the night
Covered with a cloth of depression
Heart wounded, like no hope at shore..
A thick forest, the path I found
A boring way, with no motivation
Where will my foot lead me to?
I asked myself as I pant in fear.
Life at times, people said "it can be tiring"
When things you wanted are out of reach
I never knew it can aswell be depressing
Until I hustle and struggle yet for nothing.
My aim is to have success wrapped in my arms
For that course, I am ready to give what it takes
Never to give up, a lesson I was taught
Inside endurance there conceived joy.
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