(So proudly share my daughter's first composition which she has shared online)
Precise to my convictions I took a step ,
Towards what I thought was my destiny ....
Only to find my doom glaring at my face .
Whenever I worked out a plan of my own ,
Finding myself back again in the corner of crisis,
And torture unknown .
Though a hope stiil was alive , yet asleep
Would I ever know how to awaken
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