We are in a world
Which tough people are always heard of
Be it the good ones
Never wanting to leave the bad ones
The good ones smile to the bank
The bad ones cry to prison yard
Be it with hard labour
Or maybe soft lollop
All in the name of living to live all of the consequences of their actions
We all are born to be tough
Most of us allow the environment to define us
We love to judge ourselves in the name of circumstances
Always setting lesser goals to accomplish
Telling to ourselves life is too short to attempt tough things
Making the unborn generation curse the reason for our living
When are we going to stand to our ground?
Waging war against immorality
fighting for the yet to be born generation
So as for them to at least compliment one of the very good deeds that might be done by us
Enough of the cock and bull story we have been piling up
Let’s start to live by example
Doing most of the things we advise people to do
Always been slow to anger
And fast to loving
Things might look tough sometimes
The reason for people around is either to make it tougher or simpler
Which I and you as a person also play a part in this role
When things look tough
Who are the people I will cry to
Hope they won’t make my already soaked cloth look more drench with tears of disappointment
Cos I was born to believe men are so desperate
When things look tough
What are the things I am capable of doing
I should start to learn how to handle something’s in some critical situation
So as never to live a life of regret when it starts to backfire
This life might be tough
But I surely know with the help of you, you and you
When things look tough will be a history
God bless
