Being knocked unconscious three times with near-death experiences before turning four
Thoughts of darkness forever linger
Peace is contained within the lost ones
There could not be rising, without falling
Without tragedy, what is triumph?
Through the struggle, victory lies within us, not to us
In times of darkness, provide the light
Sometimes, you have to dig through dirt to get to diamonds
The force of pressure gives diamonds its beauty
Where there was nothing, came energy
The Energy in, through, and without us
The dark surrounds, still that flower grew through the cement
Who am I?
I should not be alive.