But I will always get back up.
Like the sun, in the east, I will rise. Like the mist in the morn, I will rise. Like a bird in a cage, when you open that door, I will fly.
I never asked for this life. This was the one I was given. I can only do my best.
written on 2003-05-13 at 11:21 p.m.
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