Everyone fasten your belt I am here to tell my story This tale I bet you'd feel and tear For this day is yet to come. It's rolling That I tell one day; I cried over things I could grab and tear Things I could March and let it feel my weight For I am no easy lady. Tiny things matter. So I say to my right hand man, These storms will pass And my morning will come. Dear self let me remind you, You're stronger You're worth it The world sees it.