My Strength
The best thing about growing up
In a world that conciders you small
Is when you fill the bitter cup
You're one step closer to god, and can stand tall
I don't lean on profanity
Or the next "High."
How I keep My sanity
Doesn't depend on a lie.
I am made strong by the trials
That I am given.
And I will continue through the miles.
For this Is why I'm drive.
To Achieve Eternal Life,
Through the deeds that I do.
And My Strength to work hard.The Savior's Earthly Strife.
He sacrifieced for me, whe he didn't have to.
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