Poem : Rise

How many times do we think that it's all over, 

how many times do we say that we'll quit?

How many times do we feel like an impotent rover?

How many times do we think that we can't make it?

But still, through all the hard times that we face

through all the hurt, pain and disappointments in our lives,

we rise, stronger than ever, feeling like the winners of this race,
even if we feel like we're trying to balance steak knives.

How many times do we feel that we live in vain,
how many times do we feel lost?
How many times do we say that we're the only one's to blame?
How many times do we feel like we should pay the cost?

But still, we rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
we rise, walking tall against the rain.
Against all odds, we find light in the darkness.
We rise once more, 'cause it's our time to reign.



(The line "balance steak knives" was inspired by a song, so I thought I should put a link there)