There are times I’ve been desperate
When I walked in somewhere for help
And times I slipped in the side door
While I continued to pretend that nothing was wrong.
There were times my arms were wide open
And other times I hid it from myself even.
Times I was brave and open and hopeful.
Times I was broken and fearful.
But as long as you keep finding inside yourself
The courage to reach out — no matter how you do it
You will always keep growing.
You will always take steps closer to becoming.