“What do you do to me, doesn’t matter now for me, Because I have learnt to stand and refused to down on my knee! A time was there when I was wounded, Sorrow was my friend and with dark my life was surrounded, I dragged the burden of weaknesses and had no power to become permissive And asked to myself WHERE AM I AND WHO AM I? Instinct gave an answer; “you are born to succeed and you soon gonna fly”. I then stood up and looked around, it was a deep silence, I felt no sound.” “It was indeed the last day for hell, I felt, I stopped to cry and stopped to yell, I saw you were still there to curse me, But now it was another ME to nurse me, Your words were no longer teasing for me, My own revelation was enough pleasing for me, Hope and dreams were the gift that life was finally choosing for me.” “You tried very hard to make me fall, But I continued to move and kept on crawl, I then opened up my wings, fingertips got now full with many planned things, I felt how much life is important for me! And that is the day when I decided; your words don’t mean anything to me, Because I have refused to down on my knee!”
