This Is My Voice. There Are Many

Effort Is The Siamese Twin Of Success

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean, Realize That Every Dark Cloud Is A Smokescreen Meant To Blind Us From The Truth

I Have Loved This Life. I Smile Because I Have Tiny Dreams That Play Hopscotch At The Corners Of My Mouth. And Every Time I Breathe They Float, Every Time I Laugh, They Fly Kites.

Our Lives Will Only Ever Always Continue To Be A Balancing Act That Has Less To Do With Pain And More To Do With Beauty.

You, Me, This City, This Country, We Will Always Have A Choice.when You Stand Up To Be Counted, Tell The World, This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.