Stand Up

You may have once been my rock,
But I will survive you.

You may have once been my gun,
But I will surrender you.

You may have once been my blood,
But I will replace you.

When all is lost,
And hope finds you,
Whoever betrayed love,
Will never betray you.

For strength is a gift,
Deep within us all,
So whenever we stand up,
We will never again fall.

Boneata Bell
01.02.2017





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