--A Measure Of My Strength--

I stand here

Broken, and bleeding

I don't bow though

My skin has been marked

By the touch of many

I don't bow though

I can scarce see

The path ahead of me

I don't bow though

You taunt me

With riches

I don't bow though

I turn, and look behind me

And marvel at the twisting path

How far I have come

I examine the pitfalls

The twisted pains

How far I have come

I whimper and touch

The many scars

How far I have come

I tremble and take

Another slow step

How far I have come

I bite my lip

And let the blood run, red

How much I regret

I hear your screams

Of pain and loneliness

How much I regret

I feel your hands

Slap across my skin so harshly

How much I regret

I feel your voices

Mock me for my failures

How much I regret....

I watch the wound upon my lip

Heal over with a diamond scar

How strong I am

I feel the scars harden

And cool against my skin

How strong I am

I hear the mocking voices

Turn to ones of pride

How strong I am

I watch with dry eyes as the ones I love

Walk away from me

How strong I am....