Still I Try
Still I Try
Been through the fire, just at 22;
I think I put the time in, just want to satisfy you.
I’m more than unusual, quiet in nature;
My character is better served, when I walk alone.
Did I tell you who I am, young black man; reaching for the sky
They say I’ll never make it, but still I try.
Sometimes the struggles seem more than I can bear;
Who knew it would be so easy, to feel like I can’t survive.
Heart gets heavy; can’t seem to cherish the day;
But then a voice comes to me, It’s the spirit of destiny inside.
It’s a long road ahead; many things to achieve;
But when I think how far I’ve come, I still have a dream.
Success is in my future, I’m gonna live and not die;
In the end I will win; because Still – I Try!!!
--YoungRobin
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