The Undying Spirit



In heat and pressure
Iron won't break
Rather gets tempered
And becomes great

Among many kinds
There are those souls
Who are not aware
What losing means

No pile of pressure
Mountains of trouble
Oceans of tears
Nothing makes a dent

Those are the souls
Created with a touch
A Touch of Divinity
Resilience of all

With spirits of steel
Strength and courage
Born in a phoenix’s
Soul in them all

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