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Am I to be swallowed up by the harshness of life,

will i struggle through all of the strife.

Each time I crawl out of the rut, the hole I find myself in,

I feel my ankle being pulled as life is grabbing me

back down, towards the pit of dark despair

and as I struggle and I gasp for air,

I know my only choice is to keep on fighting

keep on struggling

because that’s the test to see,

if i will give up and end on bended knees,

begging for salvation and looking to others for grace

but that’s not me I’d rather stare life right in the face

and say you wont get the best of me,

I will stand strong you will see,

you will have to do a lot better than this.

Because in spite of desperation,

I use my respiration to summon everything

to keep struggling.

And although I may get weary,

I will see my lessons and goals clearly

and fight to face another day

in life where we always play the game,

of heartbreak, stress and money,

but breathing and sharing time with family,

is all that really matters,

so we fight,

always fight,

never stop fighting,

in this fight for life.