I look in the mirror and see my dad
What's happened why isn't this me
Then I realize the years of self abuse have made me look this sad
I now look for things that before I didn't want to see
I realize like my father before me I was weak and addicted to self abuse
I did things to my body because I was weak
and didn't know any better and the future I refused to see
Now that the end is near I figure what's the use
That's when I realize I am not ready to give up this isn't the new me
I steel myself and prepare to continue to fight this illness I brought upon myself
I am not ready to lay down and peacefully die
I am not ready to be pigeonholed and put upon the shelf
I have found an additional source of strength and a reason to live
To Join with others who are dedicated to making it easier for ourselves and the next generation
Hundreds of people who are willing to sacrifice their time and unselfishly give
We have formed a strong family even though there is no relation
Though our illness makes us different and no two alike
We have one thing in common a willing to share our hopes dreams and knowledge
Together we make a difference not one voice but many on chords of hope they strike
The combined effort and the leaders to organize
we will eventually get an edge
Written by: Cecil Montgomery
 
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