I’ve been on the ground,
Face full of dirt,
My dignity has been smashed,
My heart has been hurt.

I’m not looking back,
Not for one bit,
I have to get up,
Move on with it.

There’s a reason to move,
And the motivation’s not mine,
It’s for Him who died,
He’s been very kind.

My blood is racing,
I want to go fight,
To correct the wrongs,
To do what is right.

I get off my feet,
And shake off the dust,
Remove my inhibitors,
Progress is a must.

I’m running on back,
To where I left off,
Ignoring my past,
At which I merely scoff.

There’s no looking back,
Life is not long enough,
Mistakes are a catalyst,
To change the diamond’s rough.

It’s not how many times,
You get knocked down,
It’s how quick you are to get up again,
That turns things around.