Life the place of my origin,the class that I choose
A blessing or a burden for me,I owe a choice
Laughter, and kindness my choosing arms to wield
With my brothers by my side, victorys revealed
Like currents converging stories unfold
On legends river stories are gold
Silver screen flicker casting a spell
But with ourselves, true hero's dwell
In God we repent to, abstain and idolize
Classes are of choosing the deepest of the deep
We reside to the temple the mosque
The religion that I seek
Not wealth or power bonds that endure
In loves in brace forevermore
In temples and mosques solace we find
When Memories linger our true selves reside
Embrace life and be happy no one knows when his time comes.
©Zxspectrum
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