One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds

One Day It’s Gonna Rain Diamonds short poem

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Slowly into the path
Path of hope, joy, greatness
Standing all kind of weather
Drizzles, showers, hurricane, all kinds
With faith I still ride on
It seems far away
But I have heard stories of heroes who made it
Am I not a hero? Oh yes I am
I know it’s a path that demands courage
The “I will never give up” mind
Yes I will not give up
I will keep grinding
Soaring higher and higher
Till I make it to the Top
I see awesomeness of awesome
Greatness of great
With Hope Faith and Action
One day:
It’s going to be bliss, bliss, and bliss
It’s gonna be Diamonds throughout
It’s going to rain Diamonds

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