I will rise again.
I am down on bruised knees with
Disappointment coursing through my veins like blood
The ash taste of failure stuck in my throat
My head nestled on the breast of mother earth
But that is not the end of me because
I will rise again.
The depth of my fall does not matter
Neither does the number of time counts
Because in every failure is a seed of success
And with every rising, a better way to start again
As long as my destination is clear
I will rise again.
I thought you'd be there for me
A shining light in my dark moments
My backbone, the strength in my sinews
Alas! You left me on the sidewalk forgetting
That I am only down but not broken
So, I will rise again.
My spirit refused to be broken
My inner man determined more than ever
My strength is renewed like a mighty ocean
With God ahead leading me on
Even if I stumble and fall a thousand times
I will surely rise, again!
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