Never taught her how to heal the pain.
Substances taken to numb the brain.
How many times did she dare and cry?
She climbed and climbed changed her life around.
“She’s so strong” they say. They don’t know about the different storms.
The nightmares she still has since the age of 5.
“Stay hard. Toughen up” they said. Put together not so perfectly.
Let her feel, she wont drown. she can swim. She will live again. Better days are right ahead.
Who does she call to feel a live again?
The almighty King of kings, father father she claims.
She’ll leave it all in the rearview.
Its ok to cry.
Write the song feel the heat. Change the beat.
Feel the vibe, take a seat.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust from the fire she rose.
Cheat or treat?
Only one will set you free.
To learn. To love. To be.
Be free.
What’s the point of life if you can’t be free?
Yes, life is better with someone to love. But what if your feel more of a prisoner than the freedom to be? Be what exactly? Whoever you want to be.
5 years from now it will be about who you chose to be than what you choose to settle for.
The comfort you are walking away from today will make room for the victories to come.
But you gotta sacrifice something. You gotta stay obedient. It’s your responsibility to stay focused. You gotta fight. Fight for your dreams and goals.
K.O everything that stands in your way.
Everything! Habits, thoughts, people. Make room. Stand up for yourself. Those who understand will ride. Those who don’t will kindly step to the side.
That’s ok.
Feel what you feel but you can’t give up. Oh so tempting to sleep. But it feels better to fight through the bullshit stand tf up and say … I did that! Do, that! More of that! Keep fighting. Keep striving.
At the end of the day you gotta be okay with the fight you put up than what others think or feel.