When the rain falls,
Memories of when I was a child come back to me.
A child who could only cry.
A child who always fell behind.
My thought back then was:
"Will I become stronger someday?"

I ask myself now:
"Am I stronger now
Or as weak as back then?"

I don't know for sure,
But until then my journey will not end.
I may fall,
But I always continue to stand.

The voices inside me
Push me forward and to keep surviving.
Even if I have to go through the fiercest of storms,
I am not stopping
And I am not turning back.