Faith
Runs out like a car running out of gas
But let me tell you about the plan of a failed destiny
Now listen carefully and patiently
You have that specialty to be something specially
Life is full of stress
Full of press
With no regrets
Full of pressure
With no pleasure
But you can be clever that’s your treasure
You were built for this like an elevator was built to lift people
You can lift your purpose like you were assigned a role
With no fear, you are that ancient seer, you got a peer, make your purpose clear, don’t wear other’s gear, please my dear, don’t hear the haters, don’t bear their hate, keep pushing with no fear.
Stacked up with that faith
Don’t let the pain gain
Keep pushing like a battle
Give it punches like a punching bag
Donate the truth like a nuclear bomb
Life is rough, but you’re tough
Don’t doubt yourself
Success is set to be achieved
Shine like our hot sun, and flex on life like a body builder.
- Author: julianogollo ( Offline)
- Published: August 14th, 2017 00:26
- Category: Unclassified
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