Stand Tall
I face so many things that my life brings. Some can be good, some can be bad. But no matter what, I get out of the rut. Because I stand tall, I will not let myself fall. So throw anything at me, and I will let you see. You are nothing but the whisper of the wind in my ear. Just another conquered fear. I will not let you get in my way, not ever, and not today. You are colorless, and this I must confess: Try all you want, but you'll have little success. I fear nothing and no one, and nothing can be done. I will not change, and it seems strange. The words you speak, will not make me weak. My life will go on, embracing a new dawn. I will stand tall.
slimslilgurl13 · Sun Oct 16, 2005 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |