Why will I win?

The question haunts me a lot of times…..
And as I get up again ….
With the dust in my eyes…
Blinding me completely….
Trying to regain my balance.
The fall is bad ……..
and I see from the ground
A lot of people have gone miles ahead.
It has been hard.
I tried running a lot of times but slipped.
And everytime I slipped I lagged behind by a few miles….
A few years….a few more achievements….
And everytime I get up again …Iask my self
Why will I win ?
How will I soar above this sky
When all I have is a pair of hands and no wings .
Then I realise I am alive…..
the air is still with me.
The passion is still with me to fly….
And that’s why I will win…..

Why will I win?
When the sea ahead is very rough.
When my boat is full of holes and is sinking.
I will win because I have the oar still in my hands.
I will win because the power is still in those arms
To row across the wildest of seas……..
the roughest of storms……

Why will I win?
When the blood is oozing from all wounds….
When the soldiers around me have all gone
But I still have my sword in my hand …
I still have that roar…I still have that fanaticism

WHY will I win?
When the doors are all closed.
When the air is stifled ….its difficult to breathe.
But I still have hope.
To break free and crush all barriers and open the window
To the rays of light.

That’s why I will win
That’s why I will spring out from the deepest of pits
That’s why I will destroy all that stops.
And that’s why I will win.