The will to survive

It's so easy to pick yourself up off the ground.  Rather than lying dead with scavengers around.  Your heart maybe cold and your soul maybe hollow. You're happiness is immediately gone replaced with the pain that's borrowed.  I've lived through the storm and walked through the rainy weather with a soul so hollowed. I stood steadfast in this hurricane that tried to suck me in. I'm done dwelling in my sin,  fin are the words that's come to my mind. The heavens above and stars my guide. As I tread on this path, knowing what comes next I will endure. My brokenness tis no longer my curse but my cure. The friends I have are but named and counted as few. I wouldn't be strong without any of you. The dark clouds fade as the sunshine is bright, the terrifying days are done through my life. Stronger than a ox I stand tall and fight. I do all I can to make things right. Now the time has come to bring forth this heavy cost. The will to win was never lost.


Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks