The battle of life - I commit my
hands to the fight. I'm in the
dark so i reposition myself to
let in the light. Your promise is
to sustain me, a promise that
won't budge; like water in a bo-
ttle sealed tight. The voice in my
head says to give up...I'm not the
type. I may be in a deep pit but
one day I'll rise as high as a kite.
