I rise and fall like the ashes in the sky,

So weak and weary,burdens I can hardly

carry and handle.

My dreams have been trashed and doubted,it only sounded like a fairy tale to many,only impossibility was preached and expected.

This Steep-slope is so slippery,I can hardly move nor stand,but am determined.

I look back at my starting point,See how far have moved and smile,hurdles,traps and tricks laid by my enemies that have managed to Overcome.

Along my race of life have been trampled upon like a Rose,cursed like a Thief and split like firewood.

To many am running a race of Vanity,an embryo in the dark,all I know is am growing towards Sunlight.

All I want is for my success to strike them like lightning,and sound like thunder in their ears,I will keep sprouting again and again like weed.

No amount of discouragement and discomfort can hinder me from reaching the finish line,that's my destiny,that's my prize.