I remember the days when I couldn’t breathe
Life was heavy on my chest trying to blind me from visions I needed to see
Struggle and doubt will ring a man out, but some men still to choose to believe
With one deep inhale of clean, Michigan air – I feel free
I remember the faces we helped bring to the light
No matter the burdens placed on our shoulders, we can still shine bright
Struggle and doubt will ring a man out, but some men still dream through the night
With one deep exhale a vision has become a mission taking flight
I remember the tears that helped me process both gratitude and pressure
Through my own struggle for breath I learned to love first and later measure
Struggle and doubt will ring a man out, but some discover other’s happiness is great pleasure
With eyes closed and heart upon sleeve, it resonates that helping others is my treasure
I remember the nights my heart ached for the suffering on this earth
I remember waking in the morning and choosing to make a difference, rather than curse
Struggle and doubt will ring a man out, but some hold close that others have it worse
With eyes gazing into the blue, Michigan, summer-sky, my worried soul is nursed
I remember seeing progress in the lives we touched
I remember what it felt like when strangers paid it forward and inspired blush
Struggle and doubt will ring a man out, but some men set their sights on more magnanimous things than touch
Connected to the the world I live and love in, I contend that the good fight is such.
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