We can stand
We can fallBut
What do we stand for
what do we fall forThe meaning behind
Are fists
Is not purposeBut
The meaning behind
are hugs isPick your poison
Or pick your path
But we're you go
Don't look backI'm confined
Are you
By the crooked lines
A path that simply is not mineSo tare threw the thorns
Stomp down
Supressive thoughts
Tread on
AlongStomp to the beet of your heart
And screem to Mach the ring in your earsWe are all wild
We are all are own
We are peaceful dreamersYou can break us
Trust me
They have
But we are macanics
Of hearts
Of souls
Of revolutionsAnd I Will Rise
Or I will fall
But I know
I'm rising for hope
And I'm falling for my dreams~brokenglasseye
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PoésiePoems by a defective humman searching for an outlit threw poetry.