Rise

I have never been kicked to my knees,
so many times before.
I lay on the floor,
crumbled and beaten.
Cut and bruised.
Deteriorating and destroyed.
Some reason that I have yet to figure out.
I stand up, with all my cuts and bruises.
I keep walking and moving forward.
Taking more bruises and cuts then anyone can take.
Can, could ?
Who should decided what I can and cannot do.
Tell me what I can't so I can show you I can.
Tell me I won't be able to and watch me succeed.
I may not get on my first try, or for a while.
But trust me I will be back.
Rising one after and other,
because one thing in my mind,
goes on replay every time I fall.
Rise, Rise again, until the sun turns cold.