“Had to have high hopes for a living. Shooting for the stars when I couldn’t make a killing. Didn’t have a dime, but I always had a vision.”
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I’ve fallen deep down into the pits of darkness, with my arms and legs outstretched by my side. I’ve crawled slowly, onto a silver of hope. I’ve risen to stand with my chest held high, confidence seeps into me. I’ve stepped forward away from all the bad things. Now, I’m ready to fly and dive into the depths of the endless sky.
