I RISE

I rise

Oh baby, I always rise,

and pick up my own shattered pieces

No matter how hard you hit me

and deeply you wound me ,

all your stones and sticks and ignorance after the strike

I wake up strong as ever , and walk with broken limbs

and I always will rise

I will nurse console and stew....for I never learned to give up the fight

the scars your love marked on my skin

will not be seen as flaws but a scrape

for a ray of hope to enter

and fire the battle of unyielding

for I will always rise

to walk a mile longer from broken shatterd limbs

Oh baby, I always rise.