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by Laura Aug 8, 2005 category : Life, society / other
I learned to walk before I could crawl, but as a girl you could lose it all Walking tall was all I knew, doing it on my own was all that flew Knowing what's right, knowing what's wrong, talking to myself as the story goes on Being the leader, leading the line, teaching myself so the success is all mine Success is a strong word to use in this story, the fall to my death, the blow to my glory The steel on my wrist, the chain in between, the shackles that hold me, they're all the same thing. I hold my own , standing my ground, ready to fight, but no ones around My body tensed up, hands by my side, fist in a ball, holding my pride With my eyes closed I begin to swing, connecting with what else but a dream Feeling no pain, showing no tears, standing on top, without a fear Never giving up, this is where i stand, my heart and my soul held in my hand The nights I spent wondering what tomorrow holds for me, is nothing compared to the shadows I've seen This is what I have always hated, but the feelings I've felt have never faded.