I lost what I was …
When the battle had just begun
Some say there was none
But I know there was one…..
Its wrong to say I hadn’t tried
But I fell back with every stride
The only regret, just one,
I lost the battle which was to be won..
But life itself is a battle
In the end to be lost and forgotten
So what, if my dreams were shattered
There will be many nights to dream on
And sunny days to enliven them….
Cause it’s not the size of spark
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