Walking down on a lonely beach with a candle in hand,
Tired feet can witness the movement of uncertain sand,
Storming winds try hard to hit me and to blow off the light,
But the winds are unaware how much I can resist in fight,
They are trying hard for years to defeat my morality & my zeal,
But they fail and I gain from their every foolish deal,
I smile at times when I look back into the withered past,
I am that light hidden in their evil shadow cast.
Tired feet can witness the movement of uncertain sand,
Storming winds try hard to hit me and to blow off the light,
But the winds are unaware how much I can resist in fight,
They are trying hard for years to defeat my morality & my zeal,
But they fail and I gain from their every foolish deal,
I smile at times when I look back into the withered past,
I am that light hidden in their evil shadow cast.
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