Paid my dues
No one owed me anything
Earned my way
Maybe sometimes under the angels wing
I roll with the punches
Don’t always get what I want
But when it comes down to it
Do or die on with the hunt
Don’t know if you can teach this
Don’t know when I was taught
Boils down to character I guess
Either gifted or sought
But let’s be honest
I’ve tumbled many times with scars still there
I pray to be humble
Not too salty
When balanced I’m aware
The darkest of times
Lies not in the absence of light
But in the absence of faith
Thinking there will never ever be any cessation of night
Call it a miracle
Call it chance
Swear into the wind
Or stay in a trance
Become the person
Your past self will appreciate
Inspire by beating adversity
Get on with the Chase
Love conquers all
See with your heart
Heal the wounds
Make a new start
DCG
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