Thursday, July 23, 2015

My old work part 8 (final)

I stand tall and hold all my pain,

I stand tall for strength I will gain.

I stand tall with tears on my face,

I stand tall and hold my place.

I stand tall when no one is there,

I stand tall when life is not fare.

I stand tall with pain in my heart,

I stand tall when I'm ripped apart.

I stand tall with an empty hand,

I stand tall when I'm down in the sand.

I can be strong if I really try,

 for if I don’t I know I’ll die.

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