Victim of circumstance,
No more.
The errors of my ways, made me who I am.
Today.
I look up and walk ahead, proudly.
It's an end of an era:
Victim of circumstance,
No more.
Patience and virtue, walk with me.
On the road ahead lies,
No lies. But,
Truth in all forms:
The hummingbird's song.
The whistling trees that whisper,
"I am here. I'll be here."
In times of doubt, and uncertainty,
I was always guided.
Those whom I confide,
say, "come out of hiding.
It's okay to be who you are, unafraid."
So, I laugh. I run wild and free.
Through the grass, barefoot.
and say:
"It's an end of an era:
I've handled my circumstances."
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