Believe me,when I say
Nothing is late
Dont let the miseries of never trying
Take you slave
For today, let us seek to pluck our dreams
Like fruits on the trees
Let eat it and be fulfilled
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is late
Don’t let fear take you prey
The most high has given us the strength and grace
We have to seek those trees
That bore our fruits
It is better we grow hungry
Or die consumed
Of the fear of having the bite of the truth.
Fulfillment lives in those fruits
Our destinies lies on this path as a proof
To setting our dreams loose
Seyidekol Copyright (2004)
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