Those who stand on the front do often have, Soaking lashes and the moaning sighs. With tearful eyes and mournful cries. They see beyond the horizon, Looking for some twinkling hope, Gazing around for some friendly guise. They become down to earth, After getting some worst experiences, After having their souls injured, Their thoughts disrupted, Their aspirations passed away. Then they rise up with an iron-will, To overcome all the injustices, To conquer the souls, To become an inspiration, To be a lighting star. They become a beacon for those, Who have none to share with, None to fondle them, in distress, Who have all but to sympathize with them. Those are the people who attain the skill To turn their tears into pearls, To make their succe