Monday, July 4, 2005


the words press heavy upon us now,
I feel the world turn, but I won't allow
my mind to split, my walls to fall--
I'll die before I choose to crawl.

I'll stay alone, not loose my gift;
I'd lose my body before they sift
through my mind and steal it all,
through my will and make me crawl.

this is my will and I will keep
on diving 'til I'm in too deep.
I will swear to stand tall.
I will swear not to crawl.

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