He"ll Rise

Battles rage throughout the night, none do bother to notice his sight,

No matter this he’ll rise.

You won’t know if he’s there, but you’ll know if he’s not.

Nevertheless, he’ll rise.

Not many men, foolish or wise notice his presence 

But he’ll rise.

Plants he grows, the food he fries, when he’s absent the sky cries.

His day starts in the east and ends in the west 

Whatever happens, he’ll do his best.

About him some teach and preach , others forget.

But he’ll rise.

Whomever you are, whatever may change 

One thing is for sure

He’ll rise.