Head Up Little Sister
Pushed back into a corner by what they claim her to be
They're not the same as what they claim they want to be
Stronger, they are taller by far born to rule and lead the way
She's no good lower class less than zero broken glass
Head down she looks away eyes closed as if to pray
No one listens no one cares no one there to wipe her tears
Who is she to draw a breath every one the fear of death
Must be strong have no fear eyes wide open crystal clear
Moving swiftly crouching low hang on tight don't let go
Trying hard to have a voice pushing forward only choice
Can't go back must push on fighting till the break of dawn
Face turned up feel the sun war is over battles won
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
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