Power in People
They told you life was full of dreams
so I buckled in and got secure
they forgot to mention what it means
the bumps and turns you'll endure.
It's not always about the gold
the days seem to keep me insecure
underneath this pressure I will fold.
I had discovered a truth
the destination was not the end
let me explain and provide proof
how our life has the potential to bend.
People were the reason for my tears
became content with the life I was livin'
dreams seemed further away than 10 million years
because of people I felt hopeless.
Although it sounds dire and sad
it really wasn't all that bad,
through these times it shaped me
the decision to keep moving was key.
Decided to become hopeful
spread my message through an app
to crusade the hurtful
with a sixty second snap.
Through people I had brought change
got told I stopped self harm
Through people I released the chains
that were interlocked on their arm.
Through people there is a power
no longer do people need to cower,
that's the amazing thing about this road
every bump, turn and hole is a beautiful piece of gold.
In people there is power.
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