"Circumstances do not make a man, they reveal him." Wayne W. Dwyer
THAT WOULD BE ME
I'm not the rainbow of colors in the mist you see
Nor am I that proverbial pot of gold
The storm and it's aftermath is not my creator
How I handled its wrath, now that would be me
I was never the sun, I was never the moon
I was never the victim of circumstance
I'm who was standing here after the fact
With my character revealed, now that would be me
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