The number of times we failed did not stop us.
Our limitations were not enough to hold us back.
The dreams that never came true could not stop us from dreaming.
Our unaccomplished goals did not deter us from setting new ones.
Though we fall face flat in the mud,
Though we get weak and weary,
Though we loose hope,
Though our hearts get heavy,
Getting up is a must,
Hoping again is our only option,
Finding strength in our weaknesses is a coping mechanism.
We would take the bull by it’s horn,
We will stare fear in the face,
We keep fighting until our last breathe.
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