My Inspirational Vision

Out of the things that cover me

Black as the pit from start to end

I thank whatever god has given.

For my unconquerable soul.

In the hard times

I have never cried or shouted

Under the cry of other chance

My head is raised high and bowed

I've heard in the coldest ground

And on the strangest place,

But never in the extreme times

It asked a full of me as always.

I want to get all elders' respect,

but I am still firm in the battle

of one more chance and still

never cried because of no chance.

It doesn't matter how crooked the road is;

How much I have to face the brave

I am the writer of my destiny

and the heart of my soul.