We
What if we can accept ourselves for who we really are
We are weak and vulnerable
We are love and we are strong
Flesh and bone although sticks and stones may stand in the way of you being whole
Stick and stones can only wound the soul
Our bodies fields of activities
The world a field of activity
Like a wise man once said
Things has to happen for us to know who we are
I don’t know who I am yet
But I know why I am
I was brought into this world by a little girl who didn’t know what she was doing making it up as she went along
She lived her life trying to make sense on why she was here
Truth is it doesn’t really matter why your here
Is it what you make of it while you are here
And every day there’ s a little peace breaking away inside all of us
We are allowed to make mistakes
We are allowed to be weak
We are allowed to be a bubble full of emotions
And if we don’t cry and acknowledge we grow skin upon skin
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