Stand On End

Stand on end - - - - - - - - - Blushes on his cheek In breast bears many wounds Through struggles and toils Far away he goes Like a bird where no one knows By cloud or isle But back home with a smile Like a leaf cast off to the flowing tide In a while seen drifting ashore in either side Deep in him sits his fate To mould his fortunes best Thus one day he wandered to a land Quiet unknown to him but a place He thought the right one to live in peace Knowing well he would be facing nemesis But soon he was relentless Finding himself fit to circumstances And the fate building mute countenance People said he could not withstand stormy seas But fortune's favour and God's decree Even sitting still at home No one can escape the doom that fate decrees