There are thousands of desires, striving inside my heart just to come out.
will i be ever able of fulfill them,or they will be trimmed down like a rotten stem.
it is like a quest of getting recognized in a crowd,
by something on which everyone can proud.
to raise the bar I am giving every possible shot to keep my thumbs up
but as soon as i see around there already millions of hands are up.
as they are saying you are not the only one here who meant to,
there thousands had gone and millions will go through.
if you want to rise, then stand against the storm, accept it with your whole heart,
whether it is giving you a smile or a frown.
many times you will be down on your knees while running in this race.
it will be hard to get back on your feet, and to lift up your face,
but midst of all this just think about the goal that you need to chase,
and just keep giving your best shot until you are blue in your face.
who told you that i would be a joy ride in the battlefield,
bruses you get are the minimum, but many does also get killed.
so just be the blind eye towards these scratches and again grab up your shield,
show the whole world that is out there, that your metal is real not that reeled.
in the end it is all up to you how you want to carry on along with your ride,
let the path be narrow, because you are here to make it wide
so do not be ever scared of the dark , because there is always another side,
and do not forget that in the full moon even oceans have to face the high tides.
so do not ever let these things decide your victory,
remember that your are the man and it is you who can make the history.
so let the battle be vigor,and let them put your whole world on fire,
so that later you can tell them, your not among the one who had tried prior,
learn to accept the things and skills to route them,
let your desires live, do not ever just trim them,
in this long journey sometimes you will fly and sometimes will face the fall, but
to quit or to continue is completely your call.