Rise

Mistakes will be made,
 Thats why the road bends,
 Thats why when we write,
 We can erase,
 And try again..

   A wise man once said to me,
 As he took me in his arms,
 An' sat upon his knee,
 My son he said,
 Sometimes,
 We must all fall, 
 Before we rise,
 Be on our knees, 
 An' about to cry,
 Be wishing for death, 
 But afraid to die..

   My son you see,
 The key to this,
 My advice,
 And all i've learnt through my life,
 If you fall, 
 My son,
 Seven times,
 Then eight is the number you must rise...

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