sometimes, i feel like crying
for the many things that i went through
my happiness is that; it only took my sweat
but not my life

From ages people has suffered and they ends up having good testimonies
yet they cried cos they have remembered the pains that cut their heart and gives them opportunity
in no time have they surpass crime to rise to the prime
without an excuse they made a plus

you will say but they have died
but they still remain the hours of time
for they have deep souls to connect dreams and vision
to become a man that deserves standing ovation

they neither know whether the blade is sharp or simple
all they know is a tick-tack that work against them
they have in their mind picture and not dreams
and when they lie in their bed they relate how far the picture is to the dream