I got hit in the face
ruffled in the mud,
shattered in the gutters,
my coat of many colours in a blatant mess.
he caught me in the nub,
clipped my wings,
called me a fool,
and made a joke of my wits.
I have risen before,
far above the skies.
I have jumped before,
far into the galaxies.
Do not laugh at me that i fall,
do not make it a jest, that my legs are toppling,
I have risen before, also is the falling,
trust me, I know how to rise again.
with every fall, I learn new ways to rise again.
In your own eyes i will rise again,
trust me, you will see me rise again.
Then you will come to me to learn the rudiments,
for now, hold your place while i rise again.
I surely know how to rise again!
