A Head Held High
Sometimes in life we fall
Rumble tetherless in the dirt
All the victories won seem forgotten
And only dust stands where friends once were.
As strength was once found in praises
Which now echo silently,
Weakness visits those hallow triumphs
As only a reminder that your time has gone.
In the dirt your resolve remains unchained
So with a head held high a reaction begins
Where you alone reclaim what once was.
With a head held high,
The feeblest find the will to rise.
Copyright © Ronny Madonsela | Year Posted 2012
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