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Head Held High

HEAD HELD HIGH
 
YOU THINK I’M DONE, FINISHED, BOUT TO GIVE UP,
 THAT’S AIGHT, I’LL BE FINE
 
I BEEN DOWN ON MY LUCK BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG,
 AND I’M SURE THIS WON’T BE TH LAST TIME
 
YOU THINK LIFE’S TOUGH, OK
 CUZ I KNOW THAT I’M TOUGHER,

 
YOU CAN KEEP LOCKING THE DOORS,
 AND I’LL KEEP LOOKIN FOR ANOTHER
 
I’M NOT PHASED, OR DEFEATED, 
DAMN SURE AIN’T DONE,
 
DON’T YOU GET IT? I’M NOT LIVING FOR ME ANYMORE,
 I’M LIVING FOR MY SON
 
I’M A SURVIVOR, GUESS WHAT I DO,
 SURVIVE,
 
IT JUST MEANS I AIN’T AMAZING RIGHT NOW, 
BUT EVEN ON MY WORST DAY, I’M STILL JUST FINE
 
NO SHORTCUTS, I DO THINGS THE "RIGHT WAY", 
WITH NO DESCRIMINATION HONESTLY AND FAIR
 
WOULD I WANT ARLO TO SEE ME DO THIS, LIKE JIMINY CRICKET,
 THAT QUESTION, IS ALWAYS THERE
 
SO GO AHEAD DEMONS, 
I’M READY,
 LET’S BRING ON THE RAIN,
 
THE ROUTE MAY ALTER,
 BUT MY DESTINATION 
WON’T EVER CHANGE,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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July 10, 2016 at 11:51 PM
JESSE, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. always **SKAT**
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