Where is my pride? Hanging over the loft.

How can I gather it? With all your determination.

My will is the force that guides me. My strength is the fuel to my engine.

Never do I give in to faliure, that comes naturally.

I always pick my self up off the cold linoleum floor.

Often I just lay their, like a bird whop couldn't fly.

Jumping away from it's home, falling to the ground.

I am that bird. Not dead but injured. Not strong but strong enough.

However my will is greater than that bird. Let me fly!

Get up and keep flapping your wings! Get up and keep chasing those dreams!

No one has ever accompliushed anytihng by sniffing in the dust bunnies on the floor,

I have to take action to dominate.

I have to be,

Determined.