You can't
You can’t kick me though I’m down
I may be weary, I may be sad, I may not even smile like I used to.
The ray of sunshine that once blossomed in my life has been dampened.
By what you presume is a permanent tragedy.
Don’t rejoice over my downfall it is only for a short time.
Don’t even think about allowing your laughter to reach my ears.
For it shall rebound and haunt you.
I am not ready to meet my demise and who said I would not be getting up?
Who gave you the false hope that things would remain like this.
The thunder may roll and threaten my life. The seas may grow turbulent whilst
I am in the search of a higher ground, but this does not mean I have succumb
To the terrors of the world. The only indicator of me giving up will be failure to get
Up and even this will be as a result of an oppression which cannot be overcome.
But who said that I would not die trying, better to die trying than to have failed without effort.
The days are soon commencing, the days when my smile shall be unveiled. Yet its glow shall be magnified by my trials and tribulations. The scars of the past are evidence of my hard work and resilient spirit, never think I am ashamed for these eyes
Are hard yet soft centred they know the bad and are callous, yet they still see the good in surrounding and appreciate them.
So though I may be down and my soul weary I rejoice in the fact that I am hopeful
I rejoice for there is joy in the morning, I see the morning in the distant horizon.
And I feel the strength oozing. I will rise again.
I may be weary, I may be sad, I may not even smile like I used to.
The ray of sunshine that once blossomed in my life has been dampened.
By what you presume is a permanent tragedy.
Don’t rejoice over my downfall it is only for a short time.
Don’t even think about allowing your laughter to reach my ears.
For it shall rebound and haunt you.
I am not ready to meet my demise and who said I would not be getting up?
Who gave you the false hope that things would remain like this.
The thunder may roll and threaten my life. The seas may grow turbulent whilst
To the terrors of the world. The only indicator of me giving up will be failure to get
Up and even this will be as a result of an oppression which cannot be overcome.
But who said that I would not die trying, better to die trying than to have failed without effort.
The days are soon commencing, the days when my smile shall be unveiled. Yet its glow shall be magnified by my trials and tribulations. The scars of the past are evidence of my hard work and resilient spirit, never think I am ashamed for these eyes
Are hard yet soft centred they know the bad and are callous, yet they still see the good in surrounding and appreciate them.
So though I may be down and my soul weary I rejoice in the fact that I am hopeful
I rejoice for there is joy in the morning, I see the morning in the distant horizon.
And I feel the strength oozing. I will rise again.
