Who are they to tell me that I am wrong
I quickly rise to the sound of birds yelling
boom!
bam!
bop!
watch out for him, he always gets me
run they say
RUN!!
swiftly i run away as far as I stumble over the room
quack
the duck doesnt know
he dosnet know
i jump into the screen
away from my family
back in the fire
melodys are sung
fame is taken upon me
i am what i am
who I am
where i will be
home is where i feel at home
back from all of this
i arise
who are they to tell me i am wrong.
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