I'Ll Over Come Poem by Tina Marie Clark

To you I may seem very weak

yet inside my soul you see is

a plate made of steel, from

that plate my soul shall heal

sometimes life seems so unfair

as if no one really cares if I

win or lose, it's really up to me

to choose, day turn into to night

slow, I wonder which way should

I go, left, right, which way is safe?

dear Lord give us our daily bread

when it's all said and done

' I'll Over Come '

POET: Tina Marie Clark

Copyright: 1993