Who I Am Is up to Me

November 1, 2015

I dreamt that one day I would know

Who I am and where I would go

But nothing would prepare me

For all the things I would learn and see

Each step of the way created a mold

That helped me grow strong and bold

I’m thankful for the moments that shaped me

And the people that fill my heart with glee

Who I am is up to me

But without them I would never see

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