I Will Be Raised
You can write history about me,
Where will be the mountain of bitter lying,
You may kill me,
But I'll be raised again and again.
You can force me to bend down my head,
But not my mind.
You can hurt me with your harsh words,
But not my patience.
As the moon and sun elevate their heads,
As the waves roar in the stormy sea,
As the sailors blazed with fire in their eyes
I will rise to make surprise everyone.
You may want to see me frail,
You want my head to be low and eyes are lowered,
You may want to see me crying all the time,
After breaking down everything I will be raised even if you don't want it.
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