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Be Who You Want
The people I have met
The places I have been
Are they possibly what made me?
Born in Arizona
I didn’t know where I was going
But now I am here
I did not choose
All the negatives
That shaped and molded myself
I traveled cross country
To be here, to be me
So why does my journey feel incomplete?
I scuffled a path forward
In which I believed
The one that would succeed
A troubled mind
Has been all to kind
In the life of Wiley
Because you will find
And keep in mind
A young crippled boy
This boy to the eye
Does not seem crippled
But what does this mean?
What’s holding him back
Is only internal
The illness of doubt you see
He wants to go
Where no man has gone
But he keeps on singing the song
The same song
The broken record played
When he said those words that day
But once he realized
What needed to be done
He made a pact
Be who you want to be
The only one who is stopping you
Is the fear of what is true
What is the truth?
It’s who I used to be
A kid named Wiley
That crippled boy
Is soon the past
Of a great Man to be
It’s not who I’ve met
It’s not where I’ve been
It’s where I intend to go
And who I bring.
The places I have been
Are they possibly what made me?
Born in Arizona
I didn’t know where I was going
But now I am here
I did not choose
All the negatives
That shaped and molded myself
I traveled cross country
To be here, to be me
So why does my journey feel incomplete?
I scuffled a path forward
In which I believed
The one that would succeed
A troubled mind
Has been all to kind
In the life of Wiley
Because you will find
And keep in mind
A young crippled boy
This boy to the eye
Does not seem crippled
But what does this mean?
What’s holding him back
Is only internal
The illness of doubt you see
He wants to go
Where no man has gone
But he keeps on singing the song
The same song
The broken record played
When he said those words that day
But once he realized
What needed to be done
He made a pact
Be who you want to be
The only one who is stopping you
Is the fear of what is true
What is the truth?
It’s who I used to be
A kid named Wiley
That crippled boy
Is soon the past
Of a great Man to be
It’s not who I’ve met
It’s not where I’ve been
It’s where I intend to go
And who I bring.
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