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Many years have gone by, Many more are yet to come, Many places i have been, None, i could call my home; Many tears have been shed, And so much pain have been felt, Many have come and gone, I do not know who i have left; Many mistakes have been made, Most of which have brought me here; Many rights that i have done, The journey has been worth the dare; Many answers i tried to find, So many things i don't understand, Many things i've left behind, Just to make a better stand; Many people that i have hurt, Many others have hurt me too, But this is just a part of life , These are things we must go through; Many reasons to have regrets, And other reasons to rejoice, Decisions were always mine to make, I'as always entitled to a choice; So many nights beneath the stars, I could be like them- so bright so rear, So many years watching the moon, Men like me have gone up there; my past is past forever now, Here i am still standing here, Watching the moon and stars, So why should i shade a tear? So many years are ahead of me, Don't know how much of it i have, My living is my greatest chance, To do better and grow a nerve.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Grow A Nerve
Many years have gone by, Many more are yet to come, Many places i have been, None, i could call my home; Many tears have been shed, And so much pain have been felt, Many have come and gone, I do not know who i have left; Many mistakes have been made, Most of which have brought me here; Many rights that i have done, The journey has been worth the dare; Many answers i tried to find, So many things i don't understand, Many things i've left behind, Just to make a better stand; Many people that i have hurt, Many others have hurt me too, But this is just a part of life , These are things we must go through; Many reasons to have regrets, And other reasons to rejoice, Decisions were always mine to make, I'as always entitled to a choice; So many nights beneath the stars, I could be like them- so bright so rear, So many years watching the moon, Men like me have gone up there; my past is past forever now, Here i am still standing here, Watching the moon and stars, So why should i shade a tear? So many years are ahead of me, Don't know how much of it i have, My living is my greatest chance, To do better and grow a nerve.
Life is the biggest opportunity we all have. Everyday we have is a day to begin doing things differently. A second ago could also be the past.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
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