it’s not just me when i say, haven’t I already talked about this. Or haven’t I already spoke this. Well it seems to become an issue I run into so much.
Self Control
Love
and Immaturity.
I find myself losing grip of reality. it’s everytime I fail to show what I have. I know there is more to me then what stands out. My mistakes are minor. My heart loving. My hopes aren’t huge enough to prove a point. Where am I going, they ask. I say north or south, or east, or west. I can’t make-up my mind. I feel like that little train who couldn’t. I want to be exactly that train. I want to be the girl who could. No matter how hard times get. No matter where life take me. I can. I can.
I need to repeat this and stay true to myself.
I don’t want to force myself to do what I must. I want to do it because I want to and make it apart of who I should be with myself.
I will not whither away in despair in whining. I will not sulk and pity myself. I will lift my chin up high and see that sun in the eye. And the shine will not burn. I speak freely, loud and strong.
I want to be talented with hope. Just like Elvis when he shook that pelvis lol. His songs spoke what he felt, not what the crowds demanded.
I want to hear what I put down in words ring thru my ears.
God is my Savior and he knows how much I can do it all. Thanks God.
He holds my hand like a child trying to stand on her own two feet. I am wobbly but I will hold my ground. I will go further then this. I want this more than all can imagine. Life will be good. I certainly will. Will god holding my right hand and Stephen my love holding my right. I feel loved and I need not more to keep going.
I can. I can. I can.
I am the Women Who Could!
