When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on, through the wind,
Walk on, through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.
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Kinshuk .. Shalini.. Gnr..Bhavya - people whom I totally adore and love.
Its ironic, how I do not mention any of them in my blog, although they mean so much..
I have given up consumption of alcohol from 01/01/2006. I'll not touch a drop of it now, E.v.e.r! Come what may. Enough.
Hold your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on, through the wind,
Walk on, through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.
--------
Kinshuk .. Shalini.. Gnr..Bhavya - people whom I totally adore and love.
Its ironic, how I do not mention any of them in my blog, although they mean so much..
I have given up consumption of alcohol from 01/01/2006. I'll not touch a drop of it now, E.v.e.r! Come what may. Enough.
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I am sure you would have read "If" by Rudyard Kipling--here are two stanzas which I really like to share---
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
a path so closely held
Fear could consume me
but hatred sprang in its stead
The path of shelter beckoned to me
didn't know what I'd have to pay
In the darkness I lost myself
and that path i closely held
a path so closely held
Fear could consume me
but hatred sprang in its stead
The path of shelter beckoned to me
didn't know what I'd have to pay
In the darkness I lost myself
and that path I closely held
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