Path Of Struggle
She was like that fish that kept on swimming
No matter the paths or curves that came along the way
She was that fish that kept on swimming
Even with a broken fin
The love for life more than the ordinary person
Even with a chair, fitting her scrawny body she didn't
Complain about over sleeping or
Under sleeping, missing homework and all that nonsense
Her heart, tender loving and her smile illuminated her face
Otherwise not so sunny looking-
Everyday was the best day of her life
She'd say in a little stutter that I miss hearing every time I wake up
Working with her lifted my spirits higher
Than any kite in the sky
As I tried to repeat those words she used to say
As she convinced me she was really having the best day of her life,
So when the time came she told me goodbye
As I realized I would be picking up a plane not too long after
As our faces may never cross paths
She told me, "you're my pal"
She was that fish that kept on swimming
Even with a broken fin and I learned
That though her body seemed broken
Maybe it was only different and when that happens
We unfortunately assume that it is