We Rise
I rise
You rise
Meeting every hour, every day
Making the best of the moments
so they don't go to waste
I rise
You rise
On full head of dreams
Sometimes teary eyes
Yet still, we rise
I rise
You rise
Toiling soil until our fruits of labor arise
Sometimes they appear disguised
Ill shaped, presenting a surprise
But still we rise
Copyright © Tora Simpson | Year Posted 2013
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