Sculpted
With fears of tomorrow and the future unsure
We walk, climb and race to the shores
There is nothing stronger than the hope of a dying heart
Sculpted and heated in the desire to live and be a worldly part
When the push comes to shovel , the shovel digs the ground
But sometimes the ground hits harder to grab the grave
We pray, struggle, crawl, cry and then learn to fight
And so it is true that there isn’t a night, brighter than the light
There will be a day tomorrow, the dawn of your life
Don’t give in to the gloomy cloud, blow off the stress and try.
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015
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