Growing old I keep moving on. Only thing left of me is to keep growing strong.
Chewed up and spit out,
My head filled with self-doubt.
Got to tell myself this is just the beginning, time will only tell when I start winning.
Time moves on and people change around me.
My eyes will stay with me and new people will always cross me.
Im not happy but I'm not falling down.
I'm not winning but failing I will not.
Friends will hoist me,
My parents will rejoice me, and love remains blind until I am ready to see.
I'm not quite there yet, my visions remain a little blurry, but I have dreams and they will guide me.
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