Courage, by Jasmine Kirby |
Sometimes i fall but i pick myself back up. Even doe i shed tear im still standing, tired of fronting. Even doe my heart has been lost, im still searching. Even doe im tired i never give up. Even doe im weak in the inside, im strong on the outside. People say how do hold so much of courage, i tell them i dont hold it, it holds me. |
Posted: 2011-10-11 01:00:39 UTC |
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