I was facing twister and had my hands with knife,

One option was death and other was giving me life.

After everything was broken in my heart,

I made my choice of being generous before I depart.

Future is even right of those without hands,

I had not yet seen all sorrows on my lands.

With every step then I made myself to rise,

Accepting the fact that knowledge has its own price.

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With every morning and nights to come,

Pain of mine was understood by some.

While my heart still beats and I exist,

There are lot of mysteries to unfold I cannot resist.

Life is a box of chocolate some told,

We never know when we are offered with cakes unsold.

To every creature who wants to give up his life,

I will say aloud to fight your way to glory with knife.