These tales are mine to tell; For others to learn.
There’s something for everyone,
To pick from and work on.
These songs are mine to sing.
Sad and soulful, it may be,
But they are from the depths within.
Giving hope to someone else.
These journeys were mine to travel.
Life was precarious yet I trod on.
Until I got tired and switched lanes,
But the world still questioned my decision.
This life was never entirely mine.
For if it was, it may have been better that what it is now.
Yet, I still like the part of my story where we are,
And I cherish more,
The chapters that are yet to be written.