is that tomorrow when I lay to rest,
another one of my remaining days,
let my eyes glisten,
not with sorrow or shame,
but innocent pride!
let my head not be bowed
with the worthless weight
of another dawdling day,
but be contentedly raised,
on seeing a panting day
hit the finishing line with success.
but be contentedly raised,
on seeing a panting day
hit the finishing line with success.
O' lord.. leave me not
with the ghost of grief – borne by failure,
but with the spirit of success
but with the spirit of success
he legacy of a winner!!
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