I have been knocked down every day
Since my first day of school
Picked on, laughed at
Even called a fool
Mistreated and left alone
Thought of as a disgrace
I Even longed for
Death's sweet embrace
But That was then and this is now
And yet somehow
Here right before your eyes
Like the phoenix from the ashes
I shall rise
JPM 6/23/2008
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