You've been tortured and wounded,
your pride has been grounded,
your hopes, faded, your faith, shattered.
You were on top of the world,
but now you've been abashed,
You long for a place to hide,
but even the air seems not to accommodate you,
your atmosphere is tensed
and you've lost your diction.
Nothing feels more useful than you are.
You cry out and shout loud,
but you only hear yourself,
you've been deserted in the wilderness,
dryness is all you feel around you.
Darkness covers the surface of your life
such that even your spirit can't hover around.
Your voice crying out in the darkness and wilderness
still seems to be enveloped with silence,
you're tired, your body seems to have fired your soul,
you've got nowhere else to go.
Dead lions don't roar, only living ones do,
winners never quit, quitters never win,
at that point when you feel you've exhausted all you have,
give the last push,
just the last push is required to step into success.
Don't lie there dead, roar, shout louder,
until your voice is heard,
until the wilderness becomes a land of plenty,
until the darkness becomes light,
keep up with the fight,
don't give up!
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