Dream

Like a children, dream again.

Lord

What wasn't mine to begin with, is not mine to lose.
For if you do not own it, then you will not have the right to lose it.

And nothing that i have, is truly mine.
Everything's a gift. Given to me when i deserve not.

If none belongs to me, then to whom would i belong to?

Everyday

Everyday's a struggle; a fresh battle to be won.

But victory doesn't come easy. And surely doesn't come often.