Personal Growth
Now, life is looking good to me.
The world is sunny and bright.
My thoughts are centered, strong and deep
and everything seems right.
In my past, I met with depression.
In my past, I battled with fear.
Now, they’re all gone, as a child’s bad dream
and everything seems clear.
I must take the blame for my actions.
I must stand up for what seems right.
Now, as I stand on the plateau I call reason,
I know, for a life, this life, I must fight.
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