Come, give me a hand, let’s go

 If you are not dead

Or dying

You have to wake up

When the day breaks

Every morning is fresh

Although not in a dew on a petal

Wipe the dust on your bruised forehead

Come, give me a hand, let’s go

Forget the nightmares of blood

Tread soft on wreck

There’s a brook of fresh life

Somewhere in the land

Forget we were defeated

What is the meaning of success?

Life is minutes, days and years

Come, give me a hand, let’s go

 -Ajith Perakum Jayasinghe,