We see it afar
So we stay in the fight.
Strains and sprains,
Blood dropped in sweat
A bone may crack a sound,
Making the threat fearful.
It stoops to conquer,
We stand in authority.
Standing to regain,
We fly above the terrain
‘Cos these swords never kill,
When resilence’s the shield.
The cut makes a propeller,
When the heart’s locked on sight.
The scars light the darkness,
Making extinct the agonizing sadness.
Oh! What sweet sensation
What invigorating radiations!
Are stirred from the core depth.
Its source- the letters of fire.
Breathing oxygen that lives after death.
Its resultant portion
Casts a blinding spell,
Seeing only the destined gains,
Thundering the harvest rains,
As it sweetly rides us to victory!
