And I can’t get up and say,
“Look. I’m still standing.”
Because I keep it moving,
Even when I have to crawl.
And I’m bleeding and crying on the inside,
I’m branded, but I remain a bull,
Even when they saw off my horns.
And I’m grateful for all that managed,
To hold my hands through storms
You saw off some thorns.
And I keep it moving,
So where those came from there will be more.
And they graze,
And they cut,
And they rub,
But.
They Sharpen.
And I can’t get up and say,
“Look. I’m still standing.”
Because I keep it moving,
Even when I have to crawl.
