Faint heart wins fair lady not,
Many a souls under this sun so hot,
In your journey the catalysts they be,
Pity the ups and downs they tend to be.

Mountains and hills I have crossed,
Ups and downs my encounter,
My sorrows at that point paused,
Hopes so high the plate on the counter.

My closest ones sought my lose,
Their crooked smiley faces so close,
Empty hopes giving with a smirk,...