I WILL NOT GIVE UP
As I sit here on the mountain top
Rolling thunders that never stop.
Droplets of pain beneath my skin
Undoubtedly left by men.
I sit here all alone
In my words, I call it home.
Dark and gloomy, the rains may be
But in my soul a light I see
A strength that I bare
In a world that does not care.
Captured by the light
I will not give up this fight.
Beauty to me is conquering your fears, stand up against the flow of the crowd, taking your dreams and making them a reality. Beauty is the strength of your soul. The power with in you that takes you to the next level and fuels your desire for more. It is the passion in which we all hold.
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