I am not a star.
There is no halo over my head.
fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.
struggle and strife are old friends of mine.
Who am I?
I am survival.
I am guts.
I am pride.
I like odds.
Especially when they're stacked against me.
Because there will come a time when i will stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of one who has pulled it off.
I am the guy who will have deep lines on his face some day.
And it will make me look good when i laugh
because that is the day
I will fear no fear
And taste sweat that is sweet
And look back for the very first time and say
I DID IT MY WAY
THE LONG HARD WAY.............
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