I have made a promise to myself,
Which I intend to keep.
Unless, I start at the base of the mountain,
How would I know, it is too high? Or too steep?
I am prepared to lose.
I am ready for sacrifice.
I will get what I want.
No matter what the price.
I am not going to stop,
Even after getting tired.
I am my own inspiration
I do not care about being admired. (Or Desired!)
I know the path is not easy.
I am not expecting any help.
I have to keep fighting hard,
Even, if I get beaten to pulp.
I do not trust my fate.
I will rather make my own.
I will keep kicking the door.
Even, if I keep getting thrown.
My eyes will burn in the sun.
My skin will get dirty and dark.
All energy may leave me one day.
But, Fire within will be there. If Only, a Spark.
My language is Silence.
Hunger is my food.
For all I care,
I will be dressed in nude.
I will stand naked in the cold wind.
I will bang my fist in the wall.
I will be bruised. I will shiver.
But, I will live. I will brave it all.
I will swim against the tide.
I will run with a broken leg.
I will get numb. I will be in pain.
I will survive. I will never beg.
I will walk through fire.
I will get burnt to the bone
I will prefer to die, trying..
In the end, everyone gets a tombstone.
I will have no one to talk to.
I will have nothing left to share.
I will still believe in following my heart.
Knowing, that Life is grossly unfair.