Here's a poem for the hidden good
The hidden kind and the hidden truth

We are all same
In the race of life
Nobody's got a permanent stand
In the face of life


Some are born better
Some better thrive
Some are saved from tribulations
Some have survived

The ones who sailed the higher tides
The ones who fight the strongest fights
The ones who have seen the worst of nights
The ones who cry deep inside


Just take a look at yourself what do you find
You seem to think a broken mirror an unlit light?

You are wrong there's always light
You just have to know which side is right

I see in you the will and dream
You don't lead a life so mainstream
You have abilities you endured the screams
You've been prepared to create light realms


You have made it through the pain
So you don't give others the same
In the book of Lord we share one name
To act out bad is worthless and lame


The kindness in you
and the cruel world
Can never be same
You can hide it by your different name
You can't end it, you are the players in game


No skillful warrior is ever born
Until he is thoroughly torn
Burned and molded
Left alone and scolded

You have gone through the wild
No sword is made in temperature so mild

Deep inside we all know
We have big purpose we can't deny
This world is just a mere show
We are sent to the world as tweeny



These tribulations have turned you into something more
With genius mind and patience to endure
With strength to conquer
What we desire to master


These are skills not a ruthless cruelty
Lord didn't forget you It isn't a penalty
He has given you skills
So prove some loyalty


There's nothing such as permanent fate
If there is then you can create
So get everything together mate
You are never too late.

So let's raise our hopes
Let's fly through the slopes
Let's raise our head
Make the path we want to tread.


Choosing the path is your choice
It's your choice if you accomplice
Just a piece of advice
Follow the deep inward voice

You will see the path
So do your job
Before your retirement
Is signed by death.