Tell the one whose so sick and tired
Of living who has lost hope for survival
And has gone off from the street called hope
Who has looked forward too much
For that sound of victory and nothing seen
To the one who has left home
For a greener pasture
For a better life tomorrow when the future cone
And seek to stay in asylum till
His dawn meets with the dusk
Tell him who toiled
From dusk to dawn
That no matter how thick the darkness is
The dawn will come with a shout of joy
When the dusk is settled
You shall lift up the trophy of victory
And your chant of victory shall be heard
From a thousand miles to thousands feet's
Will come to grace your venue as you
Tell the world your success story
Tell the one who is almost
Throwing in the tower
That it is better to hit the iron
While it is hot, not cold
When the dusk is settled you shall smile again.
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