Friday, June 4, 2010


I can't speak for others,
but I can speak my own,
scream and shout till my lungs give out,
these feet bury deep in the dirt,
what stands here, will not fear,
you won't get the best of me,
I stand on my own two feet,
feel the fury of my fists,
and the agony of defeat,

what happened to this place,
(reach out, reach out, reach out)
removing all this doubt,

by the sweat of my brow I shall strike you down,
this is a welcome invention to stir the ground,

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