The Crossroads

The things I was taught Are the same things that tell a story The things I was given Are the same things that make me who I am A story does not begin now It began the day I was born A story does not end here It continues until I reach my destination Whoever said I would not make it It was all lies Whoever said I cannot be It was a betrayer Things comes and goes Until loyalty is embraced and honoured Things break you down into pieces Until strength is found This is a story I was born to tell This is a story I am willing and eagerly to tell This is a story I am meant to tell This is a story of my life