It took almost dying to realize that aging isn’t a curse. It’s a privilege.
Give me strength to find the road that’s lost in me.
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream.
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me.
Give me strength to be only me.
It’s not as easy as willing it all to be right.
You gotta be more than hoping it’s right.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map