I am what I am, getting better with time,
Though slow and steady, turning myself into a red wine.
Knowing, what's gone, never meant at all,
Still, I am being lost, whining about it all.
Always, kept faith in God to keep away all wrong,
Now, when he is taken care of, I am crying about it all.
Still, there is a hope, my plane will take off.
And then, it will only go on top as there is no downfall.
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