Life twists and turns, an endless maze of shifting paths. Sometimes it feels easier to surrender, to let the pain define you, To let the bruises shape your story, to feel used, abused, and discarded. But there’s power in the fall. Every stumble, every crack in the armor— It’s where light seeps in. Get up. Not because it’s easy, not because it doesn’t hurt, But because there’s more waiting. The music is in the fight, in the rhythm of resilience. Behind every note is the echo of trying again. Aided with AI from my words