I was born to
be victorious
That is the
birthright offered me
But when deep
in life’s illusions
That is not
what I could see
I was born for
wondrous purpose
Inspiring to
both great and small
But I lacked
crucial awareness
To see what
now is clear to all
For so long
it seemed so hopeless
No matter what
I’d do or say
I was a soul
lost in the wilderness
Without hope
I’d ever find my way
In the depths
of deep confusion
Acting out insanity
At odds with
all I’d ever dreamt of
At odds with
my own destiny
I was a fraud
and an impostor
That is what
I had thought of me
So undeserving
and unworthy
Is all I thought
that I could be
I didn’t
strain and sweat and struggle
As the worthy
always do I said
Therefore my
gifts and genius had no value
At least not
to me within my head
So much failure
and disappointment
Scattered all
across my path
Shame, guilt,
despair and resignation
All of life’s
humiliating wrath
But I could
never truly be defeated
The Angels always
stood with me
No matter how
far I’d ever fallen
After every
time you’d still see me
I was born to
be victorious
That is what
I was born to be
After I surrendered
all the pretense
A vision was
all that I could see
A world of only
those inspired
Inspiring others
constantly
Passionately
living lives of purpose
Each fulfilling
their own destiny
An instrumentality
of purpose
That is what
I was born to be
A demonstration
of the vision
That is what
is really me
I am exultant
and inspired
To be what I
was born to be
I was born to
be victorious
I was born merely to be me
