Don't confuse my bad days,
As a sign of weakness,
These are the days,
I'm actually fighting the hardest.
Somedays go slow,
like sand throw the hour glass,
Slipping by ever so slowly,
But I still fight my way through the day.
On my best day I run,
Never stopping to smell the roses,
I'm focused on getting it done,
But I fight non the less my friend.
With my fight through life,
I fight with Jesus at my side,
God just above me,
And the holy spirit in my ear.
I have the Trinity cheering me on,
Through this ever-changing world,
Now I can fight the battle of life,
And win with every step I take.
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