HOPE, MUSIC, WIND...

Of days passed,

And beasts within.

Never did I dream of one day flying so high.

Hope's a wonderful thing,

It had made a warrior from the timid girl I once knew.

Not every war is meant to be won,

Not every tear is meant to cause sadness.

Sometimes,

Our most genuine emotions are the ones that may put us in harm's way,


But the very thing that caused you trouble,

Will give you the armour you need to fight your battles.

Going on your knees may not always mean submission.

May give you the ample space to drive your spear through thine enemy's heart.

But the ability to fight off the urge, will cut you from the crowd,

Will make you king.

Every lesson is a new weapon to win your many battles.

But then again, is that what t is about?

Winning?

Knowing ones goal will set them apart,

Cut them from the group,

Knowing how to get to it,

Will keep you at the top of the group.

Music,

Beautiful rhythm that makes one dance.

Wind,

Like that which wheezes between your fingers,

Touch,

Like that of a baby's palm,

Will be the centre of your soul.

Every high has its low,

Every king his mistress,

And every strength, a weakness.

Know yours.

It is the first step towards making the person that is you become what you never thought you could be.

Hope,

Makes a better you,

King with the mistress,

High with the low,

Strength, with the weakness.