Singer

Seeing society with much riches;
Such us I who lives in much despair.
World's fame they overhaul all,
Much worth is there for glory?
Once I return back to my past
Remembering the way of successful old times.

Once I left in the ditches
Left with no ones care.
Living a life with such brawl;
Passersby seemingly feels sorry.
As time drift so fast,
Watching life slowly wither like thyme.

When, alas, a nick of time
Come I to see opportunity.
The blessings from above so prime
Came down like heaven's equity.
Thus I saw my fate
In His palm behind the gate.

Waiting patiently for it to come,
Makes me anxious of what i will become.
Once hearing voices "Don't give up my boy",
Fills my goal with whole new meaning of joy.

Striving is for losers they say,
While the success is the winner.
Passing through the bright shining rays
Makes me see my tommorow sweeter, so much sweeter.

Come I at last reach the final stage,
Seeing the world on expecting glances.
But I need not envy, submission nor anymore of rage,
For I have fought the bitter fight for great chances.
Now, here I am in such bliss
Can anyone find this blessed kiss?

I sure hope so,
For you will be surprised for what you know.
(Chuckles......)