The next bread comes before the first day, the light and the darkness fall on the night My might is lost as my sight struck by plight Who can help the strong? and who should hate on the weak? Why does the driver keep to the road? and why does the time look out into […]
Most are Caught between the crossroads;the high roads or the narrow path Many sit by the sidewalk confused and unable to choose They play it safe by accepting stagnation, forgetting that inaction is in it’s self a kind of action Nothing lasts forever, so why waste the little time allocated to you Most men work
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