Breakthrough

I was born to be a King,
but I was robbed of my crown.
Blamed for every wrong thing,
disgraced and dragged down.

I was left down on my knees,
but bounced back onto my feet.
Now I am running like a breeze,
leaving behind everyone I meet.

My tears have all dried,
and my wounds are about to heal.
With pain turned to pride,
there's nothing left to conceal.

I'm heading towards the top,
learning lessons life can teach.
Now no one can ever stop,
for I know where I want to reach.

The moral I want for my story,
is loving oneself must only matter.
Then there's no reason to worry,
what you have no storm can shatter.