Some people bring you gifts,
Some bring you bricks to weigh you down
So they can swim a little higher
While you drown.
Some people mean so well
Their way was the best way
That they found.
But any other way
You choose is a brick
That weighs you down.
So tell me,
What do I do with this
Back pack full of bricks,
Sticks and stones and words that
Stuck to me like…..ticks……
Let it go. Let it be.
Brick by brick we can be free
Of all the words we say till we were
Our own enemy's
Let it go. Let it be.
Brick by brick we can believe
In the person God intended
Us to be.
Let it be.
Some people give themselves
A brick, I know most people do.
When we compare,
We fall short somewhere,
Its always true.
If all we see is where we fall
We brick the prison walls
Instead of trying to learn to fly
We've taught ourselves to fall.
So tell me, what do I do
with this back pack full of bricks,
Sticks and stones and words
That stuck to me like……ticks…..
Let it go. Let it be.
Brick by brick we can be free
Of the words we say till we were
Our own enemy's.
Let it go. Let it be.
Brick by brick we can believe
In the person god intended us to be.
Let it be.
We could believe in ourselves more,
We could try for unique
Instead of trying to conform
We could defy what they tell us
And don’t buy the lies they sell us
If were brave we can
Believe in what we are.
-Super Chick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem