Struggle

When I think of struggle, what do I see? Sunshine over a withered tree? A person refusing to open their mind Only scared of what they'll find Struggling to be all that you are Knowing that one day you will be a star Not knowing how to accept True love that is given, oh truly in depth Finally making it to your destined end Finally finding that one true friend One who will make you eat your spinach One who will make sure you fight to the finish So struggle is a struggle not for some but for all If you fight, in the end, you will stand tall