What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Life screams and tempos tosses
that you walk through hell gates and bosses.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
while the hell in your life last longer.
It is not until when you ran through the rain
and know the strife of the pain,
that you can look back and honestly say
My God gave me just enough strength that day.
You had the strength that took you through,
on the other side you are stronger than you knew.
Trauma can throw its blunt ugly force,
and from its course you want to divorce.
You could have been dead on that fateful night
the devil in your destruction found delight.
But on the other side you stand
And from victory you reach out your hand.
The trauma made a mockery of your state
Your victory it could not debate.
The hell of the night drags longer,
but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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