so many times a part of me has tried to give it all up
so many times it sighed and desired to quit
so many times...
yet I stick to my pole star, an infinite strength leads me to it.
And I know, nothing remains the same here
the desert gets harsher as my one man caravan progresses.
No complaints.
it's the reality - and I accept it.
I accept my insecurities
I accept my flaws
I reject all discouragement
for I'm not perfect, but I'm not worthless.
my right hand bears the melting wax
as it drips
I'll blow all the candles with one whisper
just let me find my finish line.
Feels like I can make it through anything
Feels my ventricles pump strength with the blood
I'm thankful for this gift, and
you'll witness the homecoming
when I'll bring with me,
the proof that no struggle goes in vain,
and that no power can stop a soul that tries,
I will be the proof.
warriors walk fearless but not heedless
cowards want appreciation
fake shows of bravery, only deserve pats
and short lived claps from the hands of mortals.
but real bravery
finds you a place where peace
falls down to you from trees of deeds
whose seeds you watered with patience and perseverance,
In spite of the times when a part of me wanted to give up
In spite of the times it sighed and desired to quit
In spite of the times.... I still believe,
that my perseverance will lead me home.
