Down when lucks run out.
Finding away to make do before what's left goes south.
Caught in the middle of nothing and everything.
Knowing only one thing.
Falling is a concrete surface.
One the human body can not hurt.
Bouncing back is a must.
For time is not over nor have I lived my fuss.
Looking up all seems so far away.
Life flowing I am still here to stay.
The fight is not at its end as of yet.
And my wills happiness has not been met.
So the climb is as relevant as air itself.
I'm going to make it for I have my health.
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