Alone she walks,her head held high
To her the crowd is indomitable,
With determination and vigor she smiles unwittingly
Never to anticipate her heart is full of torment
Bruised by the thorns in her life, she obscures her cicatrix
With make up, cloaking her beauty and grandeur ,she walks with her head held high
" I wish* they could see I'm doing the best that I can, even when I'm falling down. I'm gonna keep trying. Everyones got their opinions, &&' everyones got something to say. People always pulling me in different directions. I know its deeper than I'm feeling. But I'm gonna keep my head held high. I'm tired of everyones exspectations. I really wanna be the best that I can. But I'm always fighting. It's like I got to prove myself. I don't wanna sound like I'm complaining, but sometimes I wish I was someone else. "
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,
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.
I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.
Standing proud
Holding my ground
Wearing a smile
Instead of a frown
Looking forward
Never looking back
Because what’s done
Now is in your past
So keep on moving
Leave your head
Held high cause
There are so many
People watching
You tonight.
Upon you there will be, and upon others, you will see,
the heart being tornmented until all pain carried, comes heavily.
Wondering then if there is strength left to rise above, all the reverie,
cause by the tormenters, whom enjoy, causing people's insanity.
Them going about smiling with laughter, their fingers, at you, laying,
not even concerned about the horror, and the pain, on you, staying.
When confronted, with what they did, they then go to you, saying,
"don't you know, we didn't mean what we said, and we were, only playing."
When in doubt, while this you confront, make sure to your knowledge, you then rely,
knowing people go about hurting others, of which, have a journey, they can't deny.
Stick up for yourself, and don't fear pulling out the thorns, onto you they, then apply,
not accepting not one bit of their point of view, by always, keeping your head held high.
When We Reach The End
Who Will Cross The Line?
With A Head Held High
Searching For A Sign
Eyes Burning Strong
Walking Into The Unknown
The Heart Beat Fades
Sinking Like A Stone
The Eyes Once Open
Fall At The Hand Of Another
Driven By Lost Souls
Into The Room Of The Mother
Giving Into Ignorance
Destruction Of The Innocent
The Head Held High
Bowing Before The Malevolent