Walking by the road,
Facing the war of everyday life,
Feeling spent, I strode
I may live this way forever, but will always strive.
You may ask the reasons of these vain attempts,
It is because of these minute shimmers of hope,
That the concerts of life, my heart still attends,
Yet it regrets it's failure, after the long trodden lope.
All I want, and all I see,
Is the faces of all in glee,
As they look at me patiently ,
Waiting that one day I may be able to show them,
A LITTLE SHIMMER OF HOPE........
Facing the war of everyday life,
Feeling spent, I strode
I may live this way forever, but will always strive.
You may ask the reasons of these vain attempts,
It is because of these minute shimmers of hope,
That the concerts of life, my heart still attends,
Yet it regrets it's failure, after the long trodden lope.
All I want, and all I see,
Is the faces of all in glee,
As they look at me patiently ,
Waiting that one day I may be able to show them,
A LITTLE SHIMMER OF HOPE........
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