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I could live angry with life,
for the shadows that have crossed my path,
for the dreams that have been orphaned,
like birds that don't know how to fly.
I could hold a grudge until the end,
for the thorns that time gave me,
for the times I've cried in silence,
and the love that sometimes faded away.
The scars of the soul, marks of the past,
are mute witnesses of my pain.
But in every blow, in every fall
I have discovered the strength of my voice.
I could live angry, it's true,
but I choose peace, it is my choice.
Today I embrace the present and look to the future,
For love and life are my salvation.