The Reason

The Reason His joy`s born by the pain he endured, His strength's born by hardships he faces, The scent of the flower is the reason he keeps goin' Agony he melted it'n to a shield for his mind, The scent`f the flower over the horizons Is why his wings're made of energy cords. When life gives him reasons to quit , His mind reminds him of the rivers Of peace at the back of beyond, When tiredness whispers about resting, Overcoming the odds is the reason he keep going.  EddieFerddie