Over Mij
i am me ll i love myself ll and i bringg my very own self to face this cruel LIFE . she stands alone, both tall and true the perfect picture of solitude the soul of a woman encased in bark with limbs that move in a majestic arc alone she's faced the storms of life the wind and rain, disease and strife other gave up, but no, not she and there she stands for all to see she's had her share of troubles and woes but she made it through, and still she grows like her i too know grief and pain i've faced the wind, i've felt the rain and like her too, i still stand tall though life may beat me, i will not fall it may throw punches, i may take a blow but in the end i too shall grow each storm i weather increases my strength and beneath this skin, my soul's to thank the elm and i, we know what to do we count on ourselves, and make it through.