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I Will Rise


It was meant to be my tombstone It became my stepping stone It was meant to be a mountain Like a volcano, that's my eruption They called it a cross That's my elevation The mobs meant mockery But gathered for my coronation. I turned the prison to a palace My crown is no piece of fashion Placed in the den I made the lion my friend My boat was taken I walked on the sea and made men afraid I believe against unbelief I hope without signs of hope I held on without what to hold I have even when I don't have I'm flint I don't disintegrate, I sparkle I looked the sun in the eye, he smiled. Deny me, I won't deny myself Reject me, I won't reject myself Hate me, I'll always love myself Bury me, like the sun I'll rise.
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HighOnWORD
Thanks fam
writemeanocean
<p>duude this is awesome</p>
HighOnWORD
Great piece!!!

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