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Among them allthink of how


Among them all

think of how they all walk, talk, and even breathe.

Who am I?

Think of how to cover your ears, 

or listen and stand with them.

 

If you have this name,

he would always tell me

that the brain leads further

than the legs ever will.

You are a fox.

 

That name if full of determination.

Living the same lives, they are live mice.

They multiply without ever

stepping forward.

 

Such a name my father loves, 

he was a hard working man,

who feared to stand up.

He was a stone wall,

never taking the opportunities to demonstrate

how brilliant he really was,

time has passed and he has risen,

but time is now his worst enemy.

 

If you have a name like this

your soul has been crushed.

The kids are all that's left.

Flames are consuming the flowers,

bushes are beautiful too.

I am,

an independent girl

who struggles, but will push through

there is no such thing as giving up.

I am real power!

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