I'M Pressing On Still
On rocky ground I did fall
But up I got and still am pressing on
Tears did soak my pillow all day
But my heart be not weary
Oh I am pressing on
My eyes still on the prize
Though my feet hurt
I shall not rest
‘Cos am still holding onto the prize
With sore feet and trembling hands
I will crawl to the throne
To received my own crown
Even with tattered clothes
I will retire not till I get hold of the gold
Copyright © Dorothy Kyeraah | Year Posted 2015
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