I felt this curse, all around
It would get worse, bringing me down
Never knew, who wished it on me
Never cared, for whom ever would be
All I ever did, never went right
I wanted to give up, this helpless fight
But there came a wind, with a different tone
Chilled my very soul, made my heart become stone
The wind of desire, came over me
It was now on fire, for my eyes to see
I realized then, the fight had just begun
I came back to life, showing the curse, I was not done
Rise from the ashes, I kept telling myself
Never give up, I kept telling myself
Fight to the end, I kept telling myself
No curse is strong enough, to bulldoze me twice
I will rise from the ashes and build my paradise.
C. Vergara
07.04.2017
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