And so a day will come
When I will be braver than what you see.
Washed away are yesterdays
And the times of a weaker me.
But do not see this as regret
Or a cry for your concern.
It takes these trials, these tribulations
For my stubborn self to learn.
I will look back through my years
And all the stories I've known
I will be proud to say that this one...
This one is my very own.
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