"I'll Over Come"
To you I may seem very weak
yet inside my soul you see is
a plate made of steel, from
that plate my soul shall heal
sometimes life seems so unfair
as if no one really cares if I
win or lose, it's really up to me
to choose, day turn into to night
slow, I wonder which way should
I go, left, right, which way is safe?
dear Lord give us our daily bread
when it's all said and done
" I'll Over Come "
POET: Tina Marie Clark
Copyright:1993
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