Each new day
Brings forth
A chance to
Renew faith
In myself
As past sins
Try to cloud
My sight but
I stand firm
Like a mighty oak,
Fighting for love
Of myself and
Beauty of being me

Each new day
Brings forth
A chance to
Renew faith
In myself
As past sins
Try to cloud
My sight but
I stand firm
Like a mighty oak,
Fighting for love
Of myself and
Beauty of being me