Who Cares If I Perish

WHO CARES IF I PERISH? I have been humiliated and tortured Many times but I survived, I have seen my ears trembling with my But I survived in love. They don't care if I perish, no! All they wanted is to see me fall. If they like, let them fire an arrow Of envy and hatred, I will survive. Let them throw me bullet of jealous, I will make it through in good faith. Who really care if I perish in the dungeon? I was born and brought up in bitterness And I was made a nobody, so who cares If a nobody like me dies? Though the mountain seen so far to climb, I shall be established someday and sometimes I shall be writing my own plights and how I overcome them with determination. I could see their mouth celebrating in the course Of my tribulations and the church of their hearts Dances profoundly in great perfection. They don't care about my welfare but I will survive. In the mind of their minds, I have being the cause Of their troubles but the earth knows am not after Their success rather I run my own race to survive.