Every morning she woke up early
When emptiness would invade the court
But she would break her each sweat
Being crystal clear about her goal
Her every victory and her every loss
Made her improve from who she was
She had dreams to achieve, races to compete in
She didn’t have time to give up
She recognised her weaknesses
Determined and earnest
She toiled alone each day
She worked hard to be the best
Slowly, patience seemed to wear out
The results weren’t in haste
Loss after loss gave its taste to her
She accepted it as her fate
She let the thread loose
The fire inside of her seemed to be dim
Things that she cared so much for
Seemed so far away, so slim
She was made of passion
Of a driving sensation
And all she amounts to now
Are long lost appreciations
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC
Every morning she woke up early
When emptiness would invade the court
But she would break her each sweat
Being crystal clear about her goal
Her every victory and her every loss
Made her improve from who she was
She had dreams to achieve, races to compete in
She didn’t have time to give up
She recognised her weaknesses
Determined and earnest
She toiled alone each day
She worked hard to be the best
Slowly, patience seemed to wear out
The results weren’t in haste
Loss after loss gave its taste to her
She accepted it as her fate
She let the thread loose
The fire inside of her seemed to be dim
Things that she cared so much for
Seemed so far away, so slim
She was made of passion
Of a driving sensation
And all she amounts to now
Are long lost appreciations
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