I know who I am, my heart holds the key,
Not the words he speaks, nor what he sees in me.
I stand in my truth, in the quiet and still,
With courage and strength, I bend to my will.
The power is mine, to shape and renew,
To craft my own miracle, a life that's true.
I’ll honor my soul, in the path I choose,
For staying true to myself, there's nothing to lose.
In moments of doubt, I’ll rise and declare,
I am more than his judgment, free from despair.
A favor I give, to the person I am,
To stay fiercely loyal to my own inner plan.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 1:36 PM UTC
I know who I am, my heart holds the key,
Not the words he speaks, nor what he sees in me.
I stand in my truth, in the quiet and still,
With courage and strength, I bend to my will.
The power is mine, to shape and renew,
To craft my own miracle, a life that's true.
I’ll honor my soul, in the path I choose,
For staying true to myself, there's nothing to lose.
In moments of doubt, I’ll rise and declare,
I am more than his judgment, free from despair.
A favor I give, to the person I am,
To stay fiercely loyal to my own inner plan.
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