Breaking the Mold

I came, I fought, I conquered. They never believed in this child, not the dream in his heart. Ostracized, they kept me on the side line. But I kept fighting to grab myself a winning chance. Just to show them all that I am much more than what they think I am. Just to let them understand, if I don't fit the mold then I break it, and then I mold my own.
I poured my heart out, became a conquest. The world was pulling me down, but I learned to kick back against it. Nothing good ever came on a silver platter. The world never gives you what you want, but only what you’ve been fighting for. Shoulders high, feet firm on the ground, buckle up and let us roll. We live not by chance. We always standing prepared, not knowing when the moment of reckoning will come.






