ABOVE ALL TROUBLE





Our sad times

When our Joy dies

And happiness flies

Our thought travels in miles

Thinking if we'll ever leave our plight

And take back our victory smile



Our broken moments

When our soul is in torments

Like our mind isn't honest

Making us feel less of our talents

Making us doubt the power of our greatness

And the certainity of our mindset





Emotions plays to make us High

Blames us to make us cry

Dribbles us to make us blind

Blind from every vision that we'll rise

And possibility that we'll be fine



Day by day,when we move and tackle

We'll survive our mind's battle

And emotional struggle

This isn't a myth or fable

Joy will set in, such that we can't handle

And our head is raised above all trouble





Prèlà

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