There is darkness then there is fight,
in sunflower gardens, I look for light.
Trimming all the way to hope,
Lazarus in me, sainthood prevailing.
There is superman in every one,
and I think it is my turn.
Fond of cheers, fond of jibes,
no matter from where they come.
Its eventually for them I will die.
Phoenix act will be the call of say.
I may need help, need support,
wake the one in you.
Next time when you see plane or bird,
It wont be me for sure,
I will prefer land from where I can soar.
Needs will be headed with elan.
But someday I will fly in search of my clan.
Superman will never be dead.
Cerebral quids, making loud thuds,
Bending more and achieving less.
This is hard job.
I want to remind.
There is superman in every one.
Next day it may be your turn.
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