I know I’m going to get there, I can feel it in my soul,
I have to keep on walking because I can see my goal,
Where once it was misguided and so far left behind,
I see my dreams in front and I’m going to make them mine.

I know I found it hard, didn’t ever dare believe,
Life had let me down and was not what I perceived,
I felt such disappointment to see with my own eyes,
To see they stand for nothing and were all that I despise.

It’s taken me some time but I didn’t stop the clock,
I always knew that some day I would get on top,
I would not let this illness walk all over me,
There’s far too much in life I know I want to be.

I will stand in pride with what I’ve overcome,
I’ll look back one day and see just what I’ve done,
I’ll see that my own life has touched others too,
I’ll stand up and fight if that’s all I ever do.

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