It’s the tasks you were given on the day you were born
Your little hand reaches and expects some warm
Hope is realized or scorned
You take a step and fall
Hope holds its breath and can’t call
You take another and then stand tall
You learn that crying is not a tool
But only there to make you feel a fool
There’s a time when you lay down and rest
There’s a time when you must give your best
It’s then that strength becomes alive
It’s then you get up and fly
Success depends on your path
Failure is not your wrath
It’s the way you make better that what you want
Use the tool named hope
Strengthen yourself and cope
Success will make you bleed
But only you can succeed
Heart break makes history
And these words are just a mystery
