As I stand on the path in the forest called oppurtunity,
My life awaits a carriage of success that will whisk it away.
Will I actually become the individual I want to be?
The obstacles are rows of tormentations,
A line of bricks constantly building up.
I have not yet crossed the river of struggle,
Or touched the pelted hand of fate,
But I have been carried by others.
Those who have taught me my morals,
Those who have educated me,
Those who have cared for me throughout the hardships.
I climbed that hill to the peak of healing,
My mind was a collection of shards of glass,
My thoughts were sure shots from cannons,
I wasn't thinking straight,
I wasn't myself,
With help I found my lost self again.
My pain encompasses a journey,
Filled with doubt,
Claiming I was not good enough.
But here I am,
The ones who have fought for me,
Were the ones who forged my hands,
I have become the person I always wanted to be.