STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

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HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH

Do you feel invisible?

People walk by you in the street,

and don’t bother to say hello.

They don’t bother to

acknowledge your existence.

Who are they to think

so highly of themselves?

Are they any better than you?

Have they discovered

the cure for cancer?

No.

But they think they’re better.

Just an illusion.

Just a misconception of themselves

and their self-worth.

Don’t allow them to put you down.

If you do, then you’re giving them

power they don’t deserve.

Don’t ignore them.

Don’t play their game.

Look them in the eye and force them

to acknowledge your existence.

Hold your head high.

STAND TALL

Don’t step on the cracks.

We’ve been warned since birth.

What will happen?

Will we break our mother’s back?

That won’t happen.

But we don’t want to fall

between the cracks in life.

We don’t want to be lost

in the sea of humanity.

We want to be noticed.

Noticed in our own right.

For what we believe in.

For what we do.

So don’t fall between the cracks.

Hold your head up high.

Stand straight.

Stand tall.