Was I born in hell or heaven
Grey dank freezing depressing days
Hunger, struggle just trying to survive
Bills to drive me to the depth of despair
Taking pills and drink to numb the pain
But then, something happens out of the blue
I awake feeling different, fresh, alive
I begin to see, to notice what's around me
With each breath of air my life's renewed
There's only one unique me in this world
I may have empty pockets or a purse
But I have much much more than some
I can hear, I can see I can laugh I can sing
I have everything I need, I am complete
I just need a heavenly open positive mind
I can achieve anything I have all the tools
Just need to use them, starting one at a time
The days can be warm, the sky's blue
No need to struggle just believe in you
Leave hell behind, start building your heaven.
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