I Have Survived
When you hurt, when you cry, you just don’t wanna try, you just want to give up,
but don’t, trust me I know.
I’ve been hurt, but I didn’t stop, not till I made it to the top.
The black top court is where it happened.
I played and I prayed and look where I am.
I am here I’m alive and ready to thrive, I sprained my ankle but have revived.
I could have given up but I didn’t, I was hurt but I stayed strong,
since no one believed I had to prove them wrong, and I did, I am fine, but the life I live isn’t mine.
It belongs to someone bigger and stronger, yet here I am,
I have survived.
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