That it can't rain
All the time
That the sun will
Fight it's way through
The darkness and
The sun will find it's time
In which to shine
When
Will it
Be my turn
To shine
I feel like I've fought my way
Through so much darkness
That it's almost become
Part of me.
And change
Has never been
Something in which
I seem to excel
But sometimes
I feel the light
Trying to find it's way
Up and out
Of this blackness
In which I've found myself
A home.
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