Take the blow storm after storm

Becoming seasoned, becoming strong

Weary with a crushed soul

Bearing pain by humming a song

Without seeing we looked around

Missing what we never found

No, it’s not for a picnic ground

Just some firm and solid ground

Looking at the midnight sun

Wonder where strength had come

It is clear that the best reasons

Are fruits of a bad season

Walking sun-scorched for miles

Searching for familiar smiles

A downpour at summertime

All for an upward climb

Life is never a contest

Its purpose never to be stress

So even when short of rest

Always thankful to be blessed