The Fall

 

There are times when you question it all, When you don't get whether it will always stay dark , Or will there ever be a sunrise.

You dream and aspire ,

For making it all real you perspire, But the way gets longer,

As if nothing in place will ever fall.

You will fall and bruise it all,

The breath will demand to end it after all,

You will be on verge of succumbing to this comfortable call.

But when was comfort your comfortable zone, You are a soldier of the war zone,

Every fall every bruise is a step forward on the path you chose.

You will get up as that's who you are ,

In the darkest of the hour deep within you will carry that spark,

You my friend will have it all,

Just keep rising after every fall.