Growth
A weak man takes time to nurse the pain,A strong one takes it in stride
Each new day another chance
and one less place to hide
He presses on toward the goal
He strives to obtain the prize
and people can tell a difference in him
Through the yellow in his eyes
Such is love or the loss thereof
A weak man pities himself
But a strong man sees what lies ahead
Puts the past up on a shelf
The past is in books already written
History cannot be changed
But the life ahead is still being versed
No matter how it must be rearranged
As for myself, I was there in the past
I have been the places I've been
And now I must press on toward better tomorrows
And try not to look back again
Such was love and love I've lost
And, weak, I have pitied myself
But, now, head held high, a stronger man
I lay it up on that shelf
I write new chapters in a new book of love
and flip through the past as a reference
I learn from mistakes and cherished moments alike
and piece by piece, it makes sense
I don't know if I will find true love,
Though it is my deepest desire
But if that moment comes my way,
I will rebuild that shelf even higher.
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