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Turn the Pain into Power






"She's got lions in her heart
A fire in her soul he's a got a beast
In his belly that's so hard to control
Cause they've taken too much hits, taking blow by blow
Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode
When you've been fighting for it all your life
You've been struggling to make things right
That's a how a superhero learns to fly
(Every day, every hour, turn that pain into power)"
~ Superheroes, The Script 


My favourite Irish rockers are back on the scene so that means going through their back catalogues in readiness for what I'm sure will be an awesome album release. 
Anyway, I actually listened to the lyrics even more closely than I usually do and these words have taken on huge huge significance for me. This past year 2016/2017 has shown me a lot about life, love, pain & what you ultimately do with it. I have a few friends (old & new) who inspire me everyday in how they handle their very personal pain.
 I just felt like I needed to write this tonight.
 Guys, I see you. I know how hard things are/have been. I also see how you turn that pain into power, you superhero. 

Keep Keeping On, 

Lucy 
x

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