Through Fire
Through fire we walk
With fire in heart
What's consumed is not real
What's left has value
I lost those I thought where friends
The remnant was true
They never came to see me in my great need
I rejoiced greatly
I was starting to see true colors in deed
I was heart broken firstly
For I thought I had many friends and allies
What's shaken is fake
What left behind is authentic.
I never cry in the face of loss
For there lies my gain.
Quality has a price
The price for quality is
Patience, Endurance, Perseverance, Resilience and Excellence.
Be patient enough to Wait for the best
Be enduring enough Complete all that you start
Be resilient enough to be Firm and unshakeable
Be excellent enough to be Adorable.
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