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Born to struggle,
chasing power to survive,
riding waves of hope…
Came to far
to ever turn back—
a fired bullet never
turns around…
Can no longer
be like a dried up river—
more like a geyser of light
echoing flashing black lightning…
Don’t have time for regrets;
shadows block light—
what was lost, found liberty;
the struggle’s unshackling…
Life is for living, but
it will always be better
dying in the fight for liberty
than living a yoyo-like existence…
Thus, my child, like a butterfly
oozing from its cocoon, you just
need to live life soaring triumphantly;
ensuring that what has been won
remains the precious prize it is…
