A Tangled Vine
If I think about the words they speak.
To hurt me every single week.
I would hide myself inside.
While the world goes flying by.
If I allow the spoken words.
To keep me croaking just like toads.
I may never find my way.
To tell the world I am here to stay.
If what they say could keep me down.
I will forever be chained and bound.
But I will rise above the rest.
And see my enemies buried in their mess.
If I give back to those in kind.
I am no better than a tangled vine.
I am better.
I am strong.
And I will right every single wrong.
If tomorrow comes and I am weak.
Because of swords from those who seek.
My demise, for all to see.
For shame and sorrow to be me.
If I try to turn the hate.
That others throw at my gate.
I know that I will always win.
And be the daughter.
God freed from sin.
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