Stepping Stones of Success

I started at the bottom. Knees scraped on the ground. Every dream I

carried weighed a hundred pounds. They laughed when I stumbled, said I'd never

rise. But pain became the fire burning in my eyes. One crack in

the concrete, one tear in the night. I carved my own path through

the endless fight. These are my stepping stones, built from the

scars and the broken bones. Every fall, every storm I've known

led me higher on these stepping stones. I'm rising, through the darkness

I'm climbing on these stepping stones of success. The world tried