TIME

Here is for the Heaven we know.

The time in the end with reward we would last hold.

The little time built for hope.

The fact we soon would get home as time goes.

Every struggle that would pay in the time that days fade like chains.

All the hustle that feels like relay, exchanging baton countless time...one day we would get to the end of the lane. *the time of finish line phase*

Burning time we close our eyes, running heart through dreams that glitters, shiver running through spine as little children saying we might not survive.

We would get there.

Every bond of happiness tied down as adult, memories from before like days we'd play football, sacrificies turning us to legends one way or the other as moments goes into fast resounder... we would get there.

The night we scream in fear as little children,
Times we were growing and trembling that we are falling off the bench.

Days some bet lives and for now still pay debts... but we'd keep swimming in the water till we get there because time is our friend..

A better offer than ritual is what we feed time, a little thing called patience.

A better feeling than betrayal, loyalty is what we call strength as we wait for time to take us to dimension of success.

A better shade that means spark.... light that arose after all the days we didn't see.

Let's just say that *struggle has ended*

Here is to the hope we fought as  children.

Passions we ignite as youths.

Here we sit as elders enjoying the fruits.

*You shall get there too.*