New Beginning

Through all the wind, and all the tremor,

I swear times do indeed get better.

 

Through all the failures, tears, and scars,

I swear you'll reach the golden stars.

 

Through all the mistakes that have been made,

I swear a lesson was repaid.

 

Before you give up, pick up the pen,

and let it guide you anew again.

 

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