It's the tasks you were given on the day you were born

Your little hand reaches and expects some warm

Hope is realized or scorned

You take a step and fall

Hope holds its breath and can't call

You take another and then stand tall

You learn that crying is not a tool

But only there to make you feel a fool

There's a time when you lay down and rest

There's a time when you must give your best

It's then that strength becomes alive

It's then you get up and fly

Success depends on your path

Failure is not your wrath

It's the way you make better that what you want

Use the tool named hope

Strengthen yourself and cope

Success will make you bleed

But only you can succeed

Heart break makes history

And these words are just a mystery