i am of many names. many faces.
i'll answer to what you choose to call me.
but do not call me brave. this vision you have of me. i believe it to be inaccurate.
you see me as a dreamer. an optimist.
stubborn enough to prove them wrong... (yes)
willfull enough to make it... (yes)
confident enough to accept no other alternative... (oh, oh no)
when you see me standing at the foot of this mountain, looking up
taking my deep breath.....
i love you for seeing me as a thing of beauty.
i thank you for casting such a soft light around me, enough light to make me look strong
i only look forward with such enthusiasm, my darling
because i'm too afraid to look to my past
there is... there will be... no going back.
i must succeed. i don't know how not to.
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