No one thought to save me,
So I learned to save myself.
No one thought to help me,
So I built up my own wealth.
Still you dare to call me weak,
As if you have the ground to stand on.
I have never been called meek,
Don't you wonder were my enemies have gone?
Honey, I may be falling;
But I'm not afraid to hit the floor.
I will come back from the edge,
Bigger than ever before.
So don't you ever call me weak.
Honey, I embody strength.
It is not a helping hand I seek,
But someone who will walk my length.
A.T
