RISE

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Rise

Rise from the depths of darkness
Free yourself from the shackles of vanity
Wake up from the sleep of ages
It’s time to set back all the damages

Cure yourself from the pain of loss
Step on that line you never cross
Unlock yourself and open the door
Fear not your enemy anymore

Rise from the dungeons of evil
Fly towards the edge of the cliff
Stand against the cyclone of change
Ride into places strange

Fight against the ruthless rule
For the corrupt, truth is the tool
Flex your muscles, let them stretch
It is time to return back the wretch

Rise from the pain that keeps you down
Rise for the strength that helps you leap
Rise for the people of your town
Rise from the sorrows that make you weep

Malodorous gases rise from the rancid liquid
Pleasant fumes rise from the scented perfume
Heart aches when loved ones are in pain
Remember other’s loss is not our gain

A worm that wakes up early
May not always get consumed
But a worm that wakes up late
Walks with doom written on its fate

Even the strong iron meets rust
Treasure is often covered with dust
So never shy away from the dirt
Rise from the living grave and resurrect

Smoke rises from the burnt ashes
Flame rises from the fire
In the end you have to decide
What you really desire

~Surya
Inspiringly yours

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