Be strong, be sure,
You have so many victories that are so easy to forget.
But stand tall and forgiven and okay,
Because you are not defined by that one moment you regret.
My demons caught up to me,
And they gathered around and held me down,
I didn’t know what to say, so I ran away,
In all the sorrows of a single mistake I drown.
What I did, I did to mend.
All the hours and miles I journeyed through.
Because I’ll do whatever it takes Kayla,
I do whatever it takes to make this up to you.
I like you as my wingman,
Don’t worry bro’, I’m sure a girls how I’d do.
I love how you’re caring about me, it only makes me more sure,
All of the difficulties of growing up, I’m going to smash through.
Cause I am smart and I am sure,
I am determined and it’s about time.
Go that road all the way! Singing in the car on a Saturday,
Give me a open road that’s all becoming a rhyme.
You are stronger than the muscles you build,
You are fiercer than the danger by which you flirt,
You are more determined than the walls you face,
And you are more steadfast than those who desert.
I like the way you smile at me.
I love the way you’re face lit up,
You saw me and you’re face lit up.
I wish someone would flirt with her,
It isn’t fair, because I know everyone thinks she’s pretty.
And she deserves to know it too;
I wish they would all stop looking at me.
Don’t be so hard on yourself, friend.
I know you’re going to figure it out, make it through.
And don’t worry while you’re on your way,
I’m going to be there for you.
But isn’t it nice to know? Even if it’s not exactly what you need.
I’ve been spending all my time working to make the girls say damn.
The girls always tell me, “You’re the best.”
And now I know, and now I reply, “Yes, I am.”
Delight in your height, work for what you want.
Of the ones who hurt you, the ones you broke your heart,
Let them go, let them go forgiven.
Go faster, go farther, more driven, more sure than you were at the start.
You are strong, you are sure,
You are beautiful in the raglan shirt.
And she is the prettiest friend in the world,
She is the heaven that would make me forget the hurt.
What a beautiful night! To write about a beautiful friend.
What a way to be alright! To drown in a poem that will not end.
When it has to end, when I am mortal still,
I still strain to build the muscles on my chest.
I drown, fly away to a song that steals my soul,
I drown in a night I know, oh to always know this way,
I know I am blest.