I dried my tears
On the steps to
The courthouse
My heals stomping
Firmly planting
All the planning
My life in a file
I own it
Times I wanted to scream
I remember the scheme
The thick plot
A cauldron burned hot
Forging a scrap into steel
I would not be the last meal
I would show up
Every single time
This life is mine
I own it
My file's now buried
Amidst the dusty new
Some will give up
But there will be a few
Who will stand up
Show up
Own it
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