Strenght
What can I do? What can I say?
To let my friend know I will be ok,
Yes, it hurt to be rejected and left alone
And I totally admit I have been staying home,
But as before I know my strenght I know where I stand
i don't measure myself by others thinking,I don't need a man,
People say strenght comes in numbers well it may,
I can trust myself, no matter what comes my way,
I will pick myself up and carry on as before
My burden light as a feather and I will soar!
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Moments In The Making | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| The Rapture of it All | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Watching | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Complete | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| My Fate | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| Farewell | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| The Pastor's Wife | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Amazing Father | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| True Embrace | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Words | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Spirit Of A Friend | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Impressions of Me | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Strenght | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
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