Those Who Never Bow Are the Ones Who Win
Those
Who Never Bow Are the Ones Who Win
Those who
collide with this heart of mine,
Stay in my memories, across all time,
I may not share in your joy above,
But in your sorrow, just call for my love.
There
come such moments in every life,
Filled with challenge, doubt, and strife,
But those who rise, with will held tight,
Make hardships turn and flee their sight.
This
world belongs to the bold and strong,
Who live
life freely, where they belong,
The weak live burdened, afraid inside,
Sipping their pain with nowhere to hide.
We rise
like flames, fierce and bright,
And face the storms with all our might,
Life and death are part of the game,
We never fear death, nor bow in shame.
In this
world wrapped in darkest night,
The sun still rises with burning light,
On branches filled with thorns so tight,
Flowers still find their place to bloom bright.
Bees fall
in love with flowers each day,
In every garden they lose their way,
Yet thorns still pierce each heart they meet,
Leaving behind a silent defeat.
But if
one learns to love the thorn,
Fear of living is no longer born,
Sorrows transform to joy so free,
And life becomes a melody.
The joy
of living is truly found,
When you live free, unbound, unbound,
For friends we stand, come what may,
And face the world to light their way.
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