Still I Stand Poem by Adams King

Put me in the ocean and I will breath
through hardship I've lived like an axe
piercing even the strongest mahogany
dashing them into little woods

The faceless enemy
His name with letters of seven
with features of tattered rags
shapeless with emptiness

Has fanned me with his tornado
which was unable to uproot my feet
I stand still and unshakable
not like the palm tree that bows

I stand still to paint
to carve a face for my faceless enemy
and capitalise on his weaknesses
to build my trusted strength

Through the circles of years I've triumph
three hundred and sixty
tortured to picture the secrets of nature
to revivify my belief and mentality

Where nothing was something I discovered
Where darkness was light puts asunder
Where great peril was born I found safety
coupled with relaxation and rest of mind

In the tables of slave I dined like a king
I've learnt to dream very big
even though my sleeps were little
I've learnt to stand where men falls

In the darkest night I found a brighter dawn
even in the voice of thunder I found silence
In the greatest evil I found righteousness
then I realised only death could kill a man

Through the circumference of life' struggle
encountering both joys and pains
but I defined for myself what i will be
or what I chose to feel

So I envelope my tears with a smile
and silence my fears with a brave heart
many times I have stumbled to fall
yet I maintained my stand

In failure I felt the warmth of success
in great grief I bore my great consolation
even if the storm rises tonight
Still and firm I will stand

I stand still to face the unseen
I wasn't moved by uncertainity's wounds
Until to death I fall to a peaceful rest
Still and firm I will stand