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Marbled


I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me. An honorable tower of nature standing tall. For I have built up and found my reward. But my life is for only me to build. Tempting winds of waste I did not let shake my purpose. Distractions did not halt my aspirations Not even Death gloom could darken my vision. The meaning of life was mine and I couldn’t doubt it. Now as the world would want to move you, Keep reaching upward for the heavens. And forget of possessing worldly riches, Because eternal glory is much more precious. No opponent will win but by your forfeit. Even flooded by tears a mountain can withstand The peak once formed cannot be destroyed.
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