Faith and Hope

Like as the stars breaking the silence of the sincere sunlight,
So does my soul feel as strong as Samson,
always trying to put up a glorious fight.
Riding nostalgia as proudly as a Lucifer,
With changing times as new as a day,
I have become as nimble as quicksilver.
Hitherto the winds haven't changed their direction,
and the stars haven't stopped twinkling
and nothing has changed the way we take decision
and yet, to times, my spruceness shall remain.
Walking an extra mile was never easy,
but the stairway to heaven will be forever busy.
Nothing will stand but for my scythe to mow,
coz i always 've known, i'll reap what i sow.