She wakes up every morning
To a brand new day.
She is aware of every warning,
Yet she still has a smiling face.
Here peers all around her
See the worst through the best,
But she deters
and refuses to be like the rest.
She sees crowns all around
Like diamonds in the rough.
When she hears the whining sound,
She knows they have had enough.
With all she knows, she goes and says,
"Keep your head held high."
That girl is me in many ways,
reaching for the sky.