If a garden of weeds can dull your spark,

Than the flame within is ever so weak.

If a million men who sit in the dark

Can steal your ambition, your goal is presumably bleak.

Infront of all who doubt your ability,

Rearrange your spark to never fail your aspirations.

Remember that there is strength in your fragility.

For it is not others, not god, but you who upholds your dream in a cruel nation.

And whoever does second guess the idea that is bright and the idea that is yours, will learn that playing with fire gets you burned. And that respect of a dream indeed gets you all things earned.