Even with your head bowed down I see the sorrow in your eyes
The plights for success as your dreams reach out to the far skies
Standing still trying to impress a spinning world of great demise
Seeking for profession and recognition, yearning for a grand prize
Young courageous poor boy lost in your bewilderness and sorrow
Fighting within your cries hoping for a pure and better tomorrow
Your happiness is driven by the sadness beneath your painted face
Have faith in your hope and surface your footprints with a solid trace
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