Birthday. The Success
 

So it's my birthday (1:19am for me) and I'm sat up and thinking about my life and how it's changed since I joined RYL years ago when I lost my father and changed into this dark depressive angry being.

I hope some of you will see this as your guideline to hope. I'm now 23 years old and I know I'm different, and I'm better. Il never be perfect, for scars will never leave me, but I've built my life around what the scars taught me.


Love to all <3 keep fighting



The Success

Can you believe the reprieve
Of this life to be naive,
That the chorus to the worst
To the part of the forest,
Clung dear through the fear
Held on by the high gear.

That the man who took the stand
pushed his hand from helping hand,
And stood from crumbled floor
Pushed his way through that door,

Door of life to the new
Sided by all of those he knew.
Laughing at his discontent
Boldly go, though he went.

Had enough of the laughter,
Of the try and the failure.
The sun is in his eyes
One step forward, still he tries.

For the man you see before you
Was the boy who had learnt to,
From the words that tore right through him
Gave him courage on a whim,

To stand from crying corner
One step forward, a little further
He can see the finish line
But he's slowly going blind,

For the band in the way
Would do anything to stay
Hurting him with all their might
As he struggles up to fight.

He has had it, He is more than,
Some below par poor man,
He is stronger thanks to you,
As he pushes right on through.

He is eager to believe a
Greener grass will receive a,
New found soul and believer
And banish all of the fever.

No more taunting, no more insult
No misery or revolt
For its done, its the end
Bury down your discontent,

The believer is the winner
Leave behind all the sinner
Who scarred him and hurt him
Dirty clothed, stickly thin.

Now He has the guts to stand,
And reached out to grab your hand
All this man stood up to say,
Was 'Screw you, and have a nice day'