There must always be something we’re striving for
Another reason to get up each day
To feel better about ourselves
To progress and to ascend and to achieve.
But when you settle like you are
Accepting unhappiness and emptiness
Disallowing fulfillment and reward
A little bit of you is dying every day.
To settle is to accept defeat and the bird that you are isn’t able to fly
When you settle you bind your own pretty feet
If you settle then you’ll never continue to evolve and you’re denying yourself
And when you settle you let down the person that matters the most.
So reach for the stars, baby, look to the sky
Be free of the damning and dying and drought
Thoughts become actions and steps become bounds
Riding high on angels wings, there is nothing else to stop you now.
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