I've always been afraid of standing up alone -
like a creeper in the garden, i needed support...
i've always wanted to stretch out and climb higher -
but my roots hold me down, my tendrils make me cling on...
i've always been second best: the best was never meant to be mine -
only the bravest and the brainiest get the best - i had always thought...
But now i strive to beat the rest: compete to be the best -
to stand out: head and shoulders above all the others in a crowd...
i've conquered my fear of being left all, all alone in a hostile crowd -
for i have faith in my friends, and believe that those i love will lend support...
i have faith in God, and have come to realise that He helps those who help themselves
so now i am ready: from my tendrils i'll break free, and reach out for the sun high above...
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