I rise.

            Like the sun that breaks through the darkness of night.

            And I rise,

            With a feeling, with a purpose, with a dream.

            I rise,

            Even when others continuously push me down.

            And I rise,

            For the ones from another life and time, when days were not so simple. 

            I rise, 

            For the ones who need me, the ones who love me, the ones who care.

            And I rise,

            Not to be accepted, or acknowledged, or well-known.

            No I rise,

            I rise because life is a gift, and it should not be wasted, not today not ever.

            And I rise,

            Because no matter how many times I fall, I will never give up, not today, not ever.

            And I rise,

            Because rising is dreaming, and dreaming is living, not just today but forever. 

            So rise.

            Then fall.

            And then, rise again.