We are going up to the sky, <br />There is no limit to the try, <br />Confidence is the only tie, <br />Holing the will and love as a pie. <br /> <br />We are going up to the sky, <br />Counting the grains of tiny rye, <br />Clouds are removed from the eye, <br />Victory follows to the determined sly.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clever-people-2/
