Learning to Dance
This world is a cruel place
Atleast that's what I've been told
You can get used and absued
your parents say.
Stay away from drugs or else there will be hell to pay.
Go to church, say your prays or you will not be happy they say.
Moving away to college was the best day of my life.
But
I was used and absused
let my mind wander free
sometimes woke up not knowing where I was.
I didn't say my prayers, I didn't care I was having fun but I was really scared.
Woke up one moring in the middle of a dirt road, not fully clothed.
That's when I realized my parents were right, you have to be true to who you are to see the lught.
I changed my ways, but every now and again I start to slip.
I just have to remember I am only human and can make mistakes.
You just have to learn to dance in the rain and not let the storm over power you in the end.
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