Fighting through
Every day is hard to fight, the cold wind the air the chill of the night.
My mind is just a jumbled up mess, the thoughts of getting through to the end and passing this test.
I know the world is not a bad place, I can win, succeed and get out of this race.
For the time has come to knuckle down, to hold my head up high with a smile, not a frown.
The fire in my soul keeps burning so bright, I can see all opportunities, no more chaos and no more fright.
The journey you see is to love who we are, no matter the scars we have carried this far.
Xxx
