We Made It

July 19, 2013

"When I feel as if life shot me down thousands of times and I feel like i wanna cry, I cry

When life kick me down, I'm down

But Best to believe, I don't stay down for long."

I've seen a man who lost everything but a dream.

A women who struggle with life but still made it.

I've seen a grandmother who raised 14 kids on her own

with out any fathers either they

Dead or Gone.

I've seen a child my age who went through more stuff a person could bare.

And still, though it all, we made it.

Through all the Hell,we made it.

Through all the pain,we made it.

Through all the worries and lies,

Fears and cries,

We struggle and fall

But through it all,

We raise.

Raise like the sun In the sky,

Like the dust in the air,

No more sorrow

No more tears

All your pain disappear.

That feeling of weight that hold you down,

Lock you up,

And smuggle you to you can't breath,

And at that very moment you feel

Everything you lost,

Everything you hope and dream,

All turn around, staring you in

The face.

And when you realized,

Something click in your mind,

Body, and spirit

And when you wake up,

You stand up

And say

I MADE IT.!

I made it.!

Through it all I made it

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