Still l Rise

You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies, you may trod me in the every dirt but still, like dust, I"II rise

Just like sun and like moon with the certainly of tides, just like hopes springing high still I'II rise. 

You may shoot me with your words, 

You may cut me with your eyes, 

You may kill me with your heart

But still, like air, I'II rise. 

In every situation when you want to break me and want to kill me still I rise, I rise.