it isn't my place to rewrite the plan that's been made for me
to dig up the path that's been paved for me
to say "no" to what you say to me
despite my desire to ignite the fire inside of my body
to slide out of the shackles that you put on me
to crawl out of the cave you kept me in
pushing the rock in front of it
but like this, i rise
daring to defy you
daring to deny you
i rise
deciding to say that
this is not the way that
things should be
like this i rise
daring you to stop me
to push me back down
but i'll jump back up on my feet
like a kangaroo i'll spring
until you see
that my passion for this is apart of me
and you will not deprive me of what makes me happy
take it or leave it
you best believe it
that i will fight and break every last bone in my body until i win.
i will not stop until i make it to the end.
call me the little engine that could, because i can.
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Conversations With Myself
ŞiirWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
