The Fallen

I am the of the fallen. Yet I heard the calling, it said rise to your feet.  What is to you when you were born in heat.

Wipe that dust away from your face wipe your tears. Yes you have fallen many times but you are still here.

 Escape that blinding pain and face your fears. Your storms has passed, now face your fears,  travel with faith your path is clear.

 You are resurrected dignified and respected. Love yourself guard your heart, and protect it.  

And let no one define to you .who you are, some will tell you are a cloud, when you are a star.

 Don't let no one perception of you, hold you back or you would never get far. Let no man or woman words become your feathers and tar.

 Don't just accept what anyone says to you. It's wise to listen. But even wiser to watch what they do.

  You are the fallen but those that survive becomes the best. And just don't accept any love never settle for less.

Life is one short ride. And it doesn't matter if no one is at your side  as long as you got yourself inside. If you lost anything or any one keep your pride.

 You may had taken a fall and it may have been a long drop. Cream may start at the bottom, yet rises to the top.

Remember you are the cream and the honey. You stand out in the field because you are the cream of the crop.

 Rise and keep living because, you may fall but life don't stop. It is cold outside I can see your breath. You are still here because you have something left.