The sun rises, gives us all a glimmer of hope.
To the old lady, the little children bringing forth.. A bunch of vivacious smiles,
A new dawn full of opportunities for most..
Then comes the ruthless storm..
Breaking down all that was ever meant to be,
The sorrow is not for the cruel storm today,
It's for the faith and belief you have put in everyday..
To the ones who enact to be our vision,
Well you turned out to be the dagger with the most ruthless mission
There will be a sunrise again, is what I know,
Though a different one with a more determined glow!
Till then let's keep living - you and me,
By being our own beacon of hope.
