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Morganna
Whyville Poet

Rise Up

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The young man told me I was beautiful
and that he loved my hair of gold.
But no matter what they say,
you don't always hear what you are told,
what you are told.

But I'm beginning to see the sun now,
and she's setting me on the rise.
So, I'm going to rise up
and defeat the odds that I've devised.

It's been a while now
since my heart has felt this way.
Though we're strangers to ourselves,
I'm going to push for this anyway,
and in anyway.

'Cause I'm beginning to see the sun now,
and she's setting me on the rise.
So, I'm going to rise up
and defeat the odds that I've devised.

Lay me down slow,
and let the sun breathe me in.
You and I, we've loved others in vain,
but as one ends, another can begin;
and it might be true, so let love in.

And I'm beginning to see the sun now,
and she's setting me on the rise.
So, why don't we rise up
and defeat the odds that we've devised.

 

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