Time never really bows down;
Not to anyone, But to the one,
Bearing the will, that’s unbreakable.
The one in every way,
Breaths to not bow down to any;
Not even the will of time;
Long gone are the words
That said time never bows.
For the time itself now learns,
That its powers can only go so far.
It is the first time,
It will remain the last probably.
For any like the one who bent it all
Shall not walk the lands;
Not like the one who paved,
The way of what never was…
‘Where there is a will, there is a way’ is the proverb. But When the strongest will arises even the true course of the wheel of time changes to pave way for the will to survive. Even if it means the holder of the same will diminish with his or her effort to bring forth the changes they see in their mind.
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