When you are in the middle of critics
And not a single soul believes you
When the whole world thinks you are a liar
Can you stand up for the truth?
When failure stares at you
When anguish, sorrow and pain confront you
When storms tear you asunder
Do you still follow your dream?
When there is a steep mountain to climb
And your legs are weak and tired
When the slope is slippery and arduous
Do you lose sight of your goal?
When this body is shrieking in agony
And the final moment nears
When the last breath is seeping out
Can you smile and face death?
Courage is not bravado
You don’t have to shout and roar
It is that little voice within you
That constantly guides you
© copyright skm
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
When you are in the middle of critics
And not a single soul believes you
When the whole world thinks you are a liar
Can you stand up for the truth?
When failure stares at you
When anguish, sorrow and pain confront you
When storms tear you asunder
Do you still follow your dream?
When there is a steep mountain to climb
And your legs are weak and tired
When the slope is slippery and arduous
Do you lose sight of your goal?
When this body is shrieking in agony
And the final moment nears
When the last breath is seeping out
Can you smile and face death?
Courage is not bravado
You don’t have to shout and roar
It is that little voice within you
That constantly guides you
© copyright skm