Standing on broken pieces,
painted in dirt, I stand swathed in blood.
still remain those cuts that does not bleed.
Again I pray,to be left unscathed in the battle next.
As mirage of hope lies behind the shadow.
Will fathom thy road to destiny without fear.
for I stop not, till i succeed failure.
painted in dirt, I stand swathed in blood.
still remain those cuts that does not bleed.
Again I pray,to be left unscathed in the battle next.
As mirage of hope lies behind the shadow.
Will fathom thy road to destiny without fear.
for I stop not, till i succeed failure.
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