Standing Still, But Standing Still

I'm standing still But at least I'm still standing Some have their souls spill- Their souls of reprimanding Like dead leaves Blowing in the wind They wander But do not go They are a blanket Chagrined Of their souls As cold as snow They're ground, cracking at slightest quake Allowing stones to tumble upon them And more, lacking might and slamming brakes Whenever they crumble some For life yields challenge There's strifes, the morale singe But I will not stop when trespassed and infringed I will not halt to a trouble, to a society unhinged I will stand still But, I stand ground I'm standing still But I'll never back down Go Go stand with your troubles Go stand with your tears Go on the snow While dead leaves skim your tears And there shall be a day- If you always stand There shall be a dusk When you sprint on the land Never fall down Take this-- OUR poem's hand You can't force a world But your as for your soul You're in command ~!