A long while ago, I thought I would do great things
Be a person of significance
Able to change the world
Invincible

Funny how Life humbled me with her sisters
As Circumstance is a partner to be danced with,
Murphy, my shadow, stalking my every move
And Failure, though not fatal, left me bruised and scarred

I now see myself without rose-colored glasses
Perfectly imperfect
A puppet, bending over backwards, allowing myself to be manipulated by my three companions
Feigning indifference to every heartache I've felt

Invincible me was shattered...
That's the thing with destroying something,
You can't piece it back perfectly
No matter how much you will it

My reflection taunts me each day
An imitation of how I wanted me to be
I'm just as confused, just as scared, just as insane as the next person
Just one in billions of souls trying to soldier on

And soldier on... And soldier on...
Wishing and hoping and praying
That I become stronger, braver, better
I'm not done yet, I'm not done for

Not perfect, but not hopeless either.