A fistful of life

A fistful of life is all that i have,
i have not set myself free yet.

the fire inside awaits its manifestation,
its heat melts my frozen blood each day,
they are yet to engulf the fear that prevails,
they are yet to light the awakening lamp.

the eyes search for that colorful morning sparkle,
a thousand lights of freedom glows in them,
and the pride adorns the ill body,
the heart is cleansed with truth.

the spirit of revolution i ask for,
false belief do not blind which,
strength of courage never fails where,
the self, my ultimate guide.

A fistful of life is all that i have,
and free i will be, one day.