I am not a star There is no halo over my head Fate dosen't like the colour of my eyes Struggle and strife are old friends of mine Who am I ? I am survival, I am gutts, I am pride I like odds And especially when they're stacked against me Because there will come a time when I will stare them in the eye and smile the smile of the one who's pulled it off I am the one who will have deep lines on my face some day and still make me look Good when I laugh Because that is the day I will fear no fear and taste the sweat that is sweet and look back for the very first time and say I did it my way The long hard way..... You may wirte me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. |
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| updated on 25th Jan 2004 |
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