May 2014
We are perfected through struggle.
Like sunrises after hollow nights.
You have to get up; try again.
Because even the sun has thought,
"I am too weak to stand,"
And rose anyway.
You shine brighter than the sun, even on a perfect summer day.
Like sunrises after hollow nights.
You have to get up; try again.
Because even the sun has thought,
"I am too weak to stand,"
And rose anyway.
You shine brighter than the sun, even on a perfect summer day.
By letting your own light shine, you unconsciously give others permission to do the same.
