Just Believe
You push me down
You Kick Me Down
You Dig a Hole
You Stabbed My Back
And push me down
Again And Again
But what’s the point
What’s the problem?
I’m I Not good enough
I’m I Not bright enough
I’m I Not strong enough
Or did you forget
That I still have two hands
Why is that important
Well maybe not for you but
At least I could pick my self up
Dust my self of
And still be who I was made to be
But to be real
Anyone can do it
You just have to believe in
Yourself
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