Tragedy is a mountain that’s too high to climb
It’s all about the way you fall off the cliff.
Will I give it the slip?
Will it make me shine?
Long, frozen and meant to be seen
Focus on the next phase
It’s not meant to be mean… My goal out of all of this,
To keep the same beautiful smile
Through this pain…
I’ve walked more than a mile. My eyes never expected to glimpse tomorrow
For all too long they were fixed on the sorrow
Of all that had come down on me… Same beautiful smile
Before and after pictures
Showing off my pearly whites
Not once showing my fear or fright. Standing on the other side
On which I never thought I’d place
Hoping that the thing you saw
Wouldn’t be erased… The strength, the hope
To carry on…
The faith in me
To sing my song… My eyes never thought to glimpse tomorrow
For all too long they were fixed upon the sorrow
Of all that had come down on me… Same beautiful smile
Before and after pictures
Showing off my pearly whites
Not once showing my fear or fright. Tragedy is a mountain climbed.
It’s all about the way you see the cliff…
Consigned enough to be confined.
Let the air beneath give you a lift.