I can be strong, I can be weak.
I can be proud, I can be meek.
I can be gentle, or I can be tough.
I can explode when I've had enough.
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I lose, but I will always try.
I always get up, when I get knocked down.
And make a smile, out of any frown.
I hope that God likes me, the day that we meet.
If only for a chance, to sit at his feet.
And be by his side, year after year.
While all of the bad things just disappear.
So when life gets tough, and it's hard to be strong.
I'll never forget...Heaven is where I belong.
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