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The Game…


The strength and the passion inside of me,
Is all that's needed, for me to be…!
Who and what I am today…
Because I finally made it all okay!

I fought back hard and fast to prevail,
And so lived to tell this sorry tale!
To let it out about my plight…!
How the flame distinguished from my light!

For the strength and passion within me is true,
And to keep moving up, I had to pull through!
Time and time and time again…
All my life was riddled in pain!

Did I waver, did I falter, did I fall?
Yes, of course, the answer's yes to all!
I'm not invincible or eternal - I'm just me,
Basically what you get is what you see…

I've had sadness in my life like many,
But of happiness, I've also had plenty!
Life is just like a game of chess…
Pieces and pawns everywhere - a mess!

Then as the game will of course progress…
We collect pieces from this game of chess.
We win, we lose but we should always prevail…
For in every chess game, there's another tale.

Put the pieces aside until the time is right,
For this game is over, like day to night!
When the board is clear and the pieces gone,
We start again, another day done.

…Check Mate…


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