This life's a battleground 

Eachone struggles to win

Some have armour divine

Other's army of satanic wing

But none can avoid these wars

That are constantly testing

Our true mettle of purity 

Those who give up and break

Are the losers to say

But God never leaves those

Who are His battalion true

Rather Satanic ones when lose

None hold them to renew

 

This world is a heavenly abode

Of purity, goodness and peace

The hearts that are true

And are busy worshipping God

Through words and good deeds

Are living in an eternal blissful peace

Those who dine, wine and are enjoying

Their life is a temporary bliss

As soon as their money runs out

Their friends also disappear

So the happiness that's purchased

Soon obliterates