READY OR NOT

I've walked through halls - they carried my truth. Every day I came home , I treated my bedroom like a booth. recorded all that I've been through. fought with doubt , said to myself ; they dont want to your truth. I'm building a spirit plump with faith. I've got scars from the field pregnant with trees. And still I smile hoping to live up to your name. Bless these feet cause they still got some walking to do. I can climb one more wall , to show ; I'm coming for you.