There is nothing that will bring me down
It is only I who decides to stoop, to bend, to bow
They say "when the going gets tough,
The tough get going"
Life comes and
I keep walking
I keep talking
Feeling...
I keep moving
Even when it rains
On my parade...
I gather its' waters
And we become pure again
And sometimes
Sometimes...
We dance
And when I hurt
When I ache
You will not see it in
My strut
My stride
My glide

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 photo by Jordan Matter Photography