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Yesterday I was a Rock



Yesterday I was rock sitting cold getting old

Tommorrow I will be a mountian standing tall looking over you all.

You will look up at me and say wow is that really you?

I won't look down on you but yes it is true

change is scary but progress is best

Next ill be a bird fying high I won't settle for less

don't be afraid to be your best that is where america's future rest

They tell us success is the key but they also tell us you won't find it with ease

You can beg and plead but without hard work you won't succed

This is what I call change

Now I am standing tall flying high beyond the sky

I came from nothing but I changed into somthing

Something Amazing

 

 
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