Saturday, December 30, 2006

Try to Stop Me, Try to Move Me

I'll just sit here
Worn Out
Breath deep in and out
My hands and face are dark with dirt
Hope you like a girl with strong hands

Everyone thinks I'm too hard
Too tough to cry
To show any form of soft emotion
But does that mean I can't smile, or laugh?
That I can't cry tears of joy or even love?

Well I'll show you
I'm the follower who is a leader
Don't say there's no such thing
because there is. I am one.
I will love, I will smile, I'll fight to win
I'll cry
And do it has I need, when I want

I'll show you a strong girl
With dirt on her face and hands
Who shows emotion as she pleases.

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