Smashing through the trees
I can feel it.
The pain in the pit of my stomach
My nerves eager yet scared..
I could do without it.
Looking up as the clouds race by
Tumbling fast like acrobatics flinging through the air
I am preparing for the storm.
When the sky falls, I hope to be left standing.
When the flood attempts to overtake me, I plan to hear angels sing.
When the world feels though it is closing in on me,
Only one tear shall fall and pass my smiling lips...
I will not allow myself to be defeated.
I will not allow myself to be torn down...
I am not glass, nor paper..
I am not yet steel but I am on my way.
Like a skyscraper!
grb
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