know that happiness is not a destination, but a journey
tell me that the hardest battle is fought between what you know and how you feel
shatter all the illusions that have shackled me
re-appropriate the truth, because some enthusiasm has been misappropriated
I want to remain grateful for the stones in my shoes, which have strengthened my spine
In the end if I can have nothing
I want one thing: to know that gave my all, and I left nothing on the field.