We Will Be Fine

We have been slaves unto the night,
We have journeyed rough miles,
And even swamped in cold Niles,
But are we anything than our better selves?

We are products of a missing rib,
Our eyes has seen more than our mouths could tell,
And our legs could attest to our own very lots.

We are warriors in our own way,
For our virtues has paved way for-
Our dreams to become reality
Hence! We keep moving.

"We will be fine"
For the flowers that blooms out of adversity-
Is the rarest and precious of all flowers.