Fibro-My-Strength

January 5, 2015

MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES

AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES

THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN

AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE

THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON

AND THE MORE IT AMPLIFIES,THE MORE I SAY BE STRONG

BE STRONG FOR YOU, BE STRONG FOR HIM

BE STRONG FOR GREATER PRIDE

I MAYBE WEAK AND WEARY,BUT

WHATS STRONG IS WHATS INSIDE

I'LL HOLD MY ALL THROUGH ALL THE DAYS

AND PRAISE THE DAYS WITH LAZY WAYS

TO CHERISH ALL THEIR TIME AND LENGTH

WHEN FIBRO IS MY STRENGTH

WITH LIMITS PUSHED TO THEIR FULL POTENTIAL

BUT THIS KNOWLEDGE KEPT AS CONFIDENTIAL

THEY WONT BE TEMPTED TO PRODUCE CONCERNS

AND THE PLACE I LAND IN TIME WILL BE, A PLACE THAT I HAVE EARNED

A PLACE TO CALL MY OWN, IT'S MINE

BECAUSE MY STRENGTH, IS NOW MY PRIDE

AND SO ON I SAY

BE STRONG FOR YOU, BE STRONG FOR HIM

BE STRONG FOR GREATER PRIDE

I MAYBE WEAK AND WEARY,BUT

WHATS STRONG IS WHATS INSIDE

I'LL HOLD MY ALL THROUGH ALL THE DAYS

AND PRAISE THE DAYS WITH LAZY WAYS

TO CHERISH ALL THEIR TIME AND LENGTH

WHEN FIBRO IS MY STRENGTH

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