I will try...




I will try again
Though strength is more of an
acquaintance than a friend of
mine.
Yes, I will find and pick
myself up off the ground.
I will take that deeply needed
breath and take a long look
around, and I?ll forget my frown
Yes, I will try
To know myself better than
the rest of them, the so called
?best? of them. I will become
that brilliant flower with
a fifty-foot stem. And I?ll
be that spire, with the power
to thrill. No longer in the mire,
rooted deeply on the hill.
Yes, I will come to try
To be what I believed I could
not. I will dive into my bag
of dusty tricks, and show
them what I?ve got, what?s
gotten me here. Near enough
to promise myself a smile, and
with an out stretched hand and
a tall mans? stride, I will
walk that mile.
I promise to try
Never to let myself down at
some other?s actions. No; with
or without them, I will find
satisfaction in every great I
seek and every pain I cross.
I promise to be the best of me,
the part that I forgot.
I promise to come back home, to
where the pain won?t find me,
And I will swallow that key
and close the door behind me,
I will do my best
To learn about the man I am,
and someday I?ll wake-up and
look in the mirror, and I will
call myself ?friend.?