Stand

It's the ones we consider the weakest who are often the strongest. Why? They have the strength to stand against the world.

I'm so tired of this endless supplication

Since when did we become a pleading nation?

I will no longer bow

To the rules of their nature!

I won't let them devour me!

 

They can try to put me down

But again I will rise.

It's the one's on their knees

That reach the skies.

I pray for strength

Like the ones before me

Who stood against the enemy.

The ones who wouldn't let anyone

Crush who they were.

 

I will stand against the oppressive.

I will fight those

who decide they know whats best for me.

They don't know me at all.

I am who I am

And no one will change that.

 

I will get down on my knees

And pray to the skies,

To the God up above

Who made me.

I will stand my ground

and no one will make me

someone I'm not.