Never a thought of chance conceive
For thou comes to the earth a filled ink:
To write the course thy life may sieve;
And it to work as the day doth blink.

And whatever dream of altitudes
Thy mind may entertain,
Is as much the potentials
In thee, these to attain
And excel! If only thy attitudes
Align thoroughly with thy desires.

For blest thou art with courage and will
That whatever trouble life may toss;
Thy strong will may grant a repose.
And wounded but not slain'
Please rise thee and fight again;
Even on the sky, fear thee to stand still.