Let the darkest times awake the brittle of my dead stars
When the ferocious storms burn my aggressive competitors dead than I could remember
When the hazy clouds hit them hard than I could recall
Childhood memoirs bring my dead stars really back to life.That I am the rising stars above my peers.
They fall woefully and much ruin escorted
They fail woefully and much ruin escorted O much ruin escorted them into obscurity.why
O much ruin escorted them into obscurity.why?
Who can explain the sad story of the untold ruin?Dearth of knowledge wails beneath.
My golden star rises from the obscurity of my history.
My golden star rises from the obscurity of my history.
As time repays me rewards
As time repays me rewards
Perpetually in my extraction my rising stars reward me as time fretfuly flies.
Nature repays me my golden star rises,
O out of the ash heaps.Beyond compare
as the raging monsoons fell beneath my feet
my rising stars in dingy clouds outshine my achiles heels .Not by kismet did it happen. Preparedness fell great oaks than by luck.
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