Usually things fall to grounds,

The fallen becomes nothing but dust,

To preserve them, you need to

Push a little.

Usually the appearances fades away,

Beauty die with ages,

To maintain the charm, makeup every moment,

Push a little harder.

Usually the conscience bows down,

Lean joins the thunder,

To preserve the honour, fight every moment,

Push a little with vigour.

Usually the sun sets,

The hidden recedes from the horizon,

To keep the flame lit, light a lamp,

Push a little with fire.

Usually relationships break,

They get lost in broken times,

To keep love, show some affection,

Push a little with care.

The best support you have is you,

This is a fight with Gods,

Keep your morales high and remember

to taste your victory yourself.