I Was Not Made To Be Broken
I was a girl who didn't know it was wrong I lived in a world where they crushed my song I was too young to know that bad people live out there I used to be so low and think no one could possibly care But as time passed, I started to grow, to mend And now, finally, at last, I can finally tend, To that evergrowing garden, In my heart, soul, and head I was not made to be broken, And sometimes, not even bend, I have this drive, This passion, this motivation, To breathe, and survive, To savor life's sensation, I want to love, to explore, treat people with kindness, Because there is always more, and being thoughtful, is timeless
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