Stumbling in footsteps there are to big to fill
Trying to keep walking even though I'm slowly losing will
Remembering my mothers words and keeping the tears in
Because crying never helped one
It only sends water down your chin
Yes stay string and stay brave
Was the words my mother said
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Born Bold
PoetryA collection of my poetry. It's titled Born Bold, because I believe that the hard times in life create the need of being bold. And some people have all their life been forced to be strong and keep on fighting. So this is my story of being born bold.
