A horrible night it was
the air was warm but voices cold
voices that tell you you're getting too old
they say, "you will never be bold enough to turn my words to gold."
Maybe they're right.
But God fucking damn it I will not be ignored,
I will not be told that I'm not good enough.
I will stand by myself
with ears that'll hear your secrets
and with patience that I hold.
They will wait and they will see
what I have accomplished, alone
what I have endured, alone
and what I will present -
Alone.
