A Color of Perfection
If I walk with my head up
with pride.Don't be offended. I
ain't got nothing to hide.I'm here
now so I can sing.I'm a child
of a king.I don't need to be
famous.I just know my
purpose.
Their were times I stood
my ground.And let it be
known without a sound. My
position was clear.From night
time to daylight sun.My message
was to all those who can hear.
Struggling was a part of
life in it's own measure. Everyday
was like a new story an
adventure.The many times we
fell on this journey.We knew it
wasn't easy.But with a pure heart
and a sound mind, We pursue to
what we know as true.
When I look back at the seed
that was sown and the
times I've grown,is only to much to
mention.From what I was to what I've
become. A color of perfection.
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