Here I Come….ready Or Not


Life it seems is crazy, but crazy kind of good,
Finally things are turning out the way they should,
Finally I’m standing right where I should be,
I’m ready but I question is the world ready for me?

I see my dreams ahead and I’m heading straight for them,
I never gave up trying even when you did condemn,
Even when things never changed, I just kept walking on,
Sometimes my head fell down but my hope was never gone.

My voice it had been silenced but my song I’m going to sing,
I failed to understand but I learned from everything,
I told myself the lessons I always had to learn,
Were the ones from which I know my self respect was earned.

Opportunities it’s true are coming fierce and fast,
You’ll see me walk in front, no longer coming last,
I never stopped believing even when you put me down,
I picked myself back up, never staying on the ground.

So take my words and please remember what I say,
I’m looking to the future, not stuck in yesterday,
You’ll see I have more courage than any of you thought,
Look out world… here I come…..ready or not!!

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