Cheer yourself on. Pat yourself on the back. When alls going right, there’s no one to attack.

Stop waiting for rain, the other shoe to drop. There’s no dastardly plan. No balloon to pop.

See that light in your eyes? The beauty within? Empty of wayward crime, void of felonious sin.

Pretense the pretender and Doom the offender, they’ve lost this round— Proclaimed their surrender.

Through the cracks in your armor, let the light in. Dance with the stars, write songs of your win.

Passion and purpose await victor’s glory. Throw them upon your shoulders, sing of their story.

Embolden your heart, speak kindly to your mind. Silence your critic, render your skeptic blind.

Cheer yourself on. Be the one showering praise. When alls growing right, it’s from your own sun’s rays.