There are days
when I want to move and leap forward in light years or even just crawl forward one step,
I feel as if my legs are sinking in quick sand.
There are days
when I try to climb up,
I feel as if my arms are struggling in thick mud.
There are days
when I try to fly,
I feel as if my wings are wet and caught in sticky webbing.
when I want to move and leap forward in light years or even just crawl forward one step,
I feel as if my legs are sinking in quick sand.
There are days
when I try to climb up,
I feel as if my arms are struggling in thick mud.
There are days
when I try to fly,
I feel as if my wings are wet and caught in sticky webbing.
In every thought,
in every heart beat,
in every breath,
in every moment,
I have the freedom to choose,
to give up
or press on.
in every heart beat,
in every breath,
in every moment,
I have the freedom to choose,
to give up
or press on.
