life can seem a storm;
and your brightest stars,scars,
the sky above you might always be grey,
gloomy as the darkest night;
your dreams might never find fulfilment
try as you may to bring them alive,
the sun might never brighten your sky,
leaving it dark and cloudy;
as a star less night,
all your stars might fall from heaven,
all the joy might leave
your heart,
all you wish might be to cry,
when all friends have
walked away;
but when the storm gets
toughest,
and the stars get
dullest,
when the sun sets,
and you can`t make your
way home,
when you are left all alone to face the coming storm:
pull yourself together,
get prepared
face your fears
fight the battle,
and you`ll win.
cause you can.

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