Among The Crowds

May 25, 2013

People all around me Everything to lose My being is not free My soul is confused Forever will I be stuck wasting away Always thinking that to them I am not worth a single day But day by day the Heavens whisper back to my cries That giving up is not the option when I am meant to fly I keep on smiling And lend a hand I keep on walking And know when to stand For this life was not meant to be wasted on fears It was meant for hard work and sometimes a few tears Again and again I will praise the Heavens for giving me life A life that has so much meaning amongst all strife

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FallenOrchid93May 25, 2013

Every day we fail to see that we have great potential because we worry about authority figures or being up to par with another person. What is necessary for us to be successful is to have faith in ourselves.