On the days of cold
When leaves withered
Soul lost its routes
Everything is dull
In their life
Every thing becomes
A cold hearted soul
With a dead hope,
And then I come to world
In a new form
With a new hope
And I bring life
To everyone in the nature
And I show the paths
To those lost souls
And bring them to life again

These points that are at
Me always
Are from a voice
Without a shadow

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day&#39;s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.

You need patience to endure pains 
Anything coming out of patience 
will give you joy for life

Written By Kenneth Chinedu Martins

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