I don't need a hand to hold in despair,
And I don't need a rocking chair,
For I have learned to forsake the pain,
And let the blood be washed way by monsoon rain,
Now no one can stop,
Me from rising to the top,
For I have learned to rise from the fall,
And I have learned to break the damn wall,
And when the dust settles down and curtains fall
I'll be the only one, standing tall! !
Nikunj xyz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-tall-3/
