Sonnet 053
Laijon Liu 20160407
What is your essence, whereof are you true made?
That all your years on Earth you have struggled
To achieve your goals and fulfill your dream
Since everyone has, every one, one purpose
Describe your Being, since you forever feel wanting
After nasty tumbles each time you get up and stride
Feel the bruises on your face, those are souvenirs
And your howling cries always turn into battle hymn
Speak of our fortune, nothing have, nothing lack
With our rough hands and lion heart we bless ourselves
Mountains we dare to move and sternly face
And that faith is the faith of a buried seed
So what is your essence, my friend?
Bravery! that’s how we are made!
