The only way to move is on.

Keep going, don’t stop ’til you’re gone.

Leave behind the message, the words you don’t need.

Tell yourself the truth, cut deep ’til you bleed.

What can you do when the world gives you limes?

Make a margarita, replace lies with good times.

The sad will keep on crying, walk your own way.

The bastards keep on lying, got nothin’ good to say.

What’s that? You say– there’s a different option?

What’s that? Tell me– a new kind of adoption?

Adopt a new theory, new way of thinking–

Something tells me it will leave me sinking–

Self-doubt consumes, I fall to the depths.

Deep down, you know it. You’ve got nothing left.

I rise up on the back of my own fresh hope–

Got somethin’ to show, no end to my rope.

Keep on fighting, prove the world wrong–

The world tries to break me, I’m too strong.


About Kira Call Ceramics

Just a girl in Wyoming playing with mud and making pottery for a living. Living the dream! :)
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