Each day that passes by,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i realize that am just a passer by,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in this journey I drive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
through this life river I sail<\/p>\n\n\n\n
down the stream hoping to find a place to rest<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a place I can finally call home<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a place with less pain and less shame<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A place where life is life and not a matter of death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Till that time comes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i must write my story to my level best,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i must use each opportunity to become the greatest,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i must soldier on because survival is for the fittest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am a proud warrior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i will leave a legacy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i will leave impact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my name shall be the brand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my stories shall be sang in the band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am definitely born for greatness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
may God help me achieve these dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Attain these goals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
may my life have meaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May it have some sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May I be the voice to the voiceless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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