When am I done?


I am battered.

I am bruised.

I am a little broken

(maybe more than a little).


I’ve been knocked down,


And again,

And again.


Each time

I didn’t see a way to rise.



I didn’t want to rise.


Each time I rose.


Down I go,

But up I stand.


I stand,

I stand,

I stand.


I stand for…




For truth and honesty,

For dreams and hopes,

For the simple reason that I’m supposed to.


That’s how I’ll know, I guess.


On the day when I’ve stood for all the things I’m supposed to stand for,

On the day when my muscles will no longer lift,

And my bones will no longer hold,

And I can rest secure that my watch is done,


Then I’ll be done.


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