It all begins with passion
Where unseal cliques fail
Its roots are those lodges in fertile soil
They nurture dawdling

But you will never discern a marble when will be an astound
True mercenaries fight until death
And faith once grown it’s unbelievable

People refer to it as witch
Some propose it miracle
Others call it coincidence
And I call it conviction

With faith hopes remains constant
Within human’ sympathy it gives life
It enlarges the true dreams
If this is fault then demonstrate me faulty