"Fall down seven times, stand up eight"

What do you know about the pain of being hurt
When you’ve given your all, when you’ve paid the highest cost
Yet looking at the finish line, with your face down in the dust
You think you understand me, you only see the crust

I cannot blame them for my loss
I made my choices, I am my boss
Life is uncertain, I lost the toss
The burden I bare, this is my cross

The disconnect between a man and a monster
How far are they indeed I wonder,
What’s it take to turn one into the other?
Take this pain away! I can’t stand it much longer

I’ll hold out as long as I need
Firmly I’ll stand, even as I bleed
I’ll earn my stripes, I’ll follow, I’ll lead
There’s good in me, make this my creed

And yet they speak like they know
Talking in whispers ‘cause they’re scared it’ll show
Cowards! The likes of you dwell six feet below
You are not prepared, hardly a foe

Check my anger, I must sedate
Twelve months have passed until this date
Let it go, don’t feed the hate…
Fall down seven times, stand up eight.

“life is history in the making…”

Akin O.
July, 2007.