Laying on the ground, with my face in the dirt.
I’ve been kicked while I’m down.
I’m still strong, but I’m hurt.
I could lay here in agony,
For what feels like an eternity,
But it’s time to pull myself out from this plight.
It’s time to find my strength inside,
To prepare myself for one last fight.
Yesterday I was a pushover
Today, I’ll take no crap
It’s high time, my strong side takeover.
Any attack will be met by a counter-slap.
No more Mr. Nice guy
No more roll the dice and pay the price guy.
No more make-the-same-mistake-twice guy.
I’m going to embrace my Mr. Vice guy.
I want to lick my wounds of the blood,
Before I spit it back at you.
“Take the high ground”, they say.
So why does a high ground feel so low?
No more victimization for me today.
No matter what the future brings,
No matter what it holds,
I’ll meet opposition on my feet,
I’ll aim to fight hard for all my goals.
To just roll over and let myself die,
Is an action, which I cannot comply.
Whether my woes are from another,
Or simply, ambitions which have left me smothered.
You’ll not just see me wail and cry.
I will one day prevail.
For my sword is raised up to the sky,
And it’s time right now,
To do or die!