Down he may be, but watch as he rise back up.

There was once this guy,

He was as free as a fly,

He felt like he could fly,

His energy were never to be drained dry,

He was never shy,

And he thought he could never cry.

He thought he was strong,

Never wrong,

But the journey was still long,

He might be proven wrong,

Will he still say strong?

Then the time came,

That his courage were to be tamed,

He was going to have his face framed,

Onto the wall of a journey lane,

Called the love game.

He traveled down the lane quick,

Without knowing this game was full of tricks,

He was fast and slick,

Too fast that if a branch he would ever flick,

He would break like an ice getting hit from a pick.

Indeed, everything went well,

He was as happy as Christmas' ringing bells,

But only time could tell,

When he should fell,

Into the burning furnace of hell.

Everything well had been broken,

Hell gates had been opened,

He then was beaten and fallen,

Left alone to learn,

The pain of a heart that was broken.

Apart he was teared,

The moment he had feared,

Had finally appeared,

To no one he could've turned,

As he sat alone and teared.

His whole world was shattered,

He had been battered,

His courage was hampered,

His thoughts was bewildered,

He thought the world around him was ended.

But no, he won't stay down,
He will stop the frown,
He will rise back and regain his crown,
No longer to be treated like a clown,
He will again fly off the ground.

Everyone behold,
His hands are no longer cold,
Through his veins his blood flowed,
Determination being showed,
Watch him now, as he move to conquer the world.

In a game called life.