Nine

Nine figures but one spelling a name on his card.
As nine steps was all it takes, to cross his shabby yard.

Born with Nine lives, he thought his place was up there in the sky
And getting there, he always said, is always worth a try


He'd stood and declared, at the age of nine
From today, someday, all the world would be mine


In Nine years, he'd already conquered all his fears,
And ever since, he never knew the taste of his own tears


A warrior of nine battles, starting from himself
And ending with winning over death's rattles


It would be the same even if he never went past the age of 29
 He'd still declare, I have a dream, one day the world would be mine