I am proud to me be,
Of all my successes,
And my faults.
I am proud
Of every scar
And every tear shed.
I am proud of where
they came from.
I am proud,
Of every heartache,
And every pleasure,
And every pain,
And every joy.
Every time I walk,
I feel the sore of
yesterday,
While stepping into
tomorrow,
I feel the wind of
the present,
As it sails to the
past and back
As the current
changes around me.
And every stone I
touch,
While I look,
Into the distance,
Staring into the
stars,
Trying to point our
each one,
Trying,
As if I am
searching,
Through years of
thoughts,
When I became me,
And everyone else,
Became stars.
And with every inch
of my foot,
Every memory
appears,
As if it is
happening right in front of me,
And I remember,
Why I am here.
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