my life is tough,but so am i
as i strive on through,as i get by,
as i dust off dirt ,thats thrown my way,
and wake up fresh with each new day,
see there were times,when i got so down,
tried hard to smile,but could only frown,
see i`ve been through crap,you`ll never see,
but i suppose that crap is what makes me,
its what gives me the strength i hold here within,
that stops me from ending,and makes me begin,
my life as i have to,as only i can,
it`s what transformed this poor boy,slowly into a man,
but now as i move on,from what there once was,
and feel no more anger and just think because,
some things seem so bad, that not all things are,
and never give up `cause i`ve travelled so far.