The flag on the hill....

The storm is raging,
Dark is the sky,
The flag flutters alone on the hill,
Struggling to stay up high,
Life seems to me like this flag,
It takes you to a certain height,
And to stay high up there,
You have to put up a big fight,
All your life you strive,
To go up there,
And then the burden of victory,
Seems difficult to bear,
With success comes responsibility,
Both go hand in hand,
And you've to learn to stand tall,
Wherever you may land,
You have to face all struggle,
And bear all pain and ill,
If you wish to survive,
Like the flag on the hill!!!!