Wednesday, November 18, 2009

who said...

who said i can not stand up when i fell
who said i can not rise when i stumble
who said i will never be great like others
who said i'll not praise when i'm sick

the sun that pierces my skin make me unfimiliar to this world
the waters that flows through my belly point me out
i'm the toenardo in the mist of the darkness
i swiftly uproot the greates trees
my arm is stronger than samsons'

i walk free on the waters and the air of this world
respect i do not command i demand
great things they call me
do i look to be the hope in the eyes of the hopeless
do i seem to be a shoulder to carry those who are crippled

who said i can not be, be and be the the vanguard of my people.

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