Well...
Here's to the Hell,
Here's to the struggles you were dealt,
All pain you ever felt and every tear that ever fell.
When you walk through fire,
you grow a little stronger.
And whenever you fall ,
You always rise standing taller.
Life is a gift we take for granted as if it's borrowed.
Learn from your past,
Know your sorrow,
Live each day with no promise of tomorrow.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
Well...
Here's to the Hell,
Here's to the struggles you were dealt,
All pain you ever felt and every tear that ever fell.
When you walk through fire,
you grow a little stronger.
And whenever you fall ,
You always rise standing taller.
Life is a gift we take for granted as if it's borrowed.
Learn from your past,
Know your sorrow,
Live each day with no promise of tomorrow.
Just a feeling I had that Made me want to write.
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