You are the love child of conflict and scars,
Your name echoes among the stars.
Hold your head up high,now.
You're meant to sing with the angels above;
Sing of tales of your bravery and just,
Fathom the skies,you must.
Narrate your errors and woes;
Of your resilience,the world shall know.
A/N: Knowing that your worth the best,is believing that you're worth the best.
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Take A Fall
PoetryHey there,Welcome. It's time to take a fall. For when we fall,we learn to fly.