Taste of success
In the game of life Day to day we see too many strife Its like walking bare foot on a sharp knife And yet, We always have to thrive! Why is it that we need to compete No, there ain’t a way for us to cheat! How is it that we still beat the heat And work so hard, that we don’t end up on the street.. My life had been clean It was all rosy and all so green I tried to be never mean To face all challenges, I had always been keen. Lending a helping hand whenever I could You all know me, I had always been good! Life yet burned me like I was some wood Like burning charcoal I stood... Race and more race Sometimes I hid my face Ashamed of my first defeat that I had seen The territory that I had never been! I try and try, somewhere the confidence going dry In dark moments I do cry I look up to the sky and ask why? There had been people who still did believe Who pulled me out and made me roll up my sleeve The dreams that I weave