With greasy hair and black eyes
I am moving my way through life
With dimpled cheeks and little smiles
I am trying to make my own luck
With shattered dreams and nothing left
I am able to create a living
With nobody to share and no one to love
I am still trying to keep on going
With what I have in hand and what is still to come
I am willing to surrender
With what I want and what I do
I am who I am, who I am willing to be.
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