God laughs as we plan, life, it never actually follows the script that we write
Sometimes all your are left with is a broken compass and an ounce of willpower to navigate the stormy times
Troubled waters, rough seas heartbreaks that shatter your soul, your heart left to bleed
How do u handle it all?
Do you surmount every obstacle
Or do you huddle in a corner and hide
Can’t fix the problem; then adjust your attitude
Let nothing dull your sparkle
Keep believing in your magic
Let your heart and intuition be your only guide.
Written By Tachira Wiltshire