Coming back from the dead, knocked down once, get up twice. See me again, this is a revival done more than thrice.
Rediscovering my true identity... what makes me fruitful. Grounded in my beliefs... remembering to always be grateful.
A breath of fresh air is on the rise, soaring through the crystal clear skies. This is the time to rise to the highs, from the lowest of lows I will survive.
