Sometimes,
it is the phoenix who dies,
the joker who cries,
the motivator seeks light,
the warrior steps back in fight.
the friend becomes a foe,
the lover, stern and heartless,
the kind keeps bleeding,
and the perfectionist, a mess.
The angel turns into satan,
and cowards tear the cocoon of fear,
the leader commences the war,
even if, his last seconds are near!
But, my friend,
trust in the endings,
they always favour the brave,
who believes, who loves,
whose legacy doesn't die in grave!
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