It feels like hell when you wanna cry,
But your soul's tears run dry,
All hope is lost and you curse your fate;
But just think of your lovely dates,
It may make you grow your hate,
But fear not mate;
You will have your chance to make a glace,
To take a look at your life's trance,
Just hold your breath and wipe your sweat;
Get set to win life's bet,
You don't fail just to cry,
Its again a chance to hold your head high;
Calm down and cool the heat,
Make it sync with the mystical beat,
And rise on your feat just to win defeat!
