I almost seen it
The dream of mine trashed in dust
My efforts flushed with rust
But I am going to stand with my fist tight
Yes I am crying but I know I can fight
My heart is broken but my will is not
My dream is broken but my faith is not
I know after black night there is new morning
Failure makes you strong that are what I am learning
I am lost without a clue
But I am always goanna come out of the blue
It’s the life
These hard times make me fall on my face
But I always get up and tell myself to care little less
Maybe I am always goanna fall, maybe I’ll fail
But I am always goanna try until I reach it
With some broken pieces,
With some new mornings.

Eloquent one... I got the link from Goodreads.
ReplyDeletePrecisely describes the Period called Youth.