I Grow Stronger

You thought you could destroy me. You thought your words could break me. You thought I'd be destroyed by your judgements and insults, But what are insults than just foolish words used ignorantly? What are judgements you've made than just opinions you believe are fact? Nothing. They sway by me like the blowing wind. You thought your harsh words and treatment could break me and leave me weak. But you were wrong, it only made me stronger, Like tempered steel, like the tall redwood tree. But even so, I can still be hurt, I'm not totally invunerable to your scorns. But hear me now, and hear me well: No matter how you try, no matter how much you hurt me I will persevere, I will overcome, and I will grow stronger. You say I'll never make it, you say I can't make it alone. But you are wrong. Nobody needs nobody, your words You have all tried to make fact in the minds of everybody. They have no relevancy, You attack because I am different. You knock me down, I get back up. You kick me down, I rise again. You knock me down, I get back up. Though you hate me so much, I cannot hate you. You make me angry, so angry, yet so sad, but I can't hate you. I want to so badly, yet I can't. Even through your persecutions I will never hate you. For I cannot make room for hate in my heart. I will never give you the satisfaction of my tears And I will never let you make me bitter. You attack me in groups, my eyes swell with tears. But I won't let them fall. I grow stronger, You attack again. You knock me down, I get back up. You kick me down, I rise again. You knock me down, I get back up. Do you ever grow tired of your fighting me? I ask myself why you focus all your attention on me. The fight grows tiresome, How long can this cycle of hatred continue? You knock me down, I get back up. You kick me down, I rise again. You knock me down, I get back up. I grow stronger. You're tired now, and so am I. My fight is almost over, yet yours has just begun. You knock me down, I get back up. You kick me down, I rise again. You knock me down, I get back up. I grow stronger. I find acceptance, yet what of you. You've hated me for so long now, You are alone on your quest. Come with me now, it doesn't have to end this way. Put your hand in mine, And we can both be free.While it's not all that good, I like the point I tried to make in this. I kinda needed to hear this, as I just had an experience again where I needed to be reminded of this. Written December 5th, 1998 © on Apr 06 2002 11:03 AM PST   18 • 0 • 12