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Circumstantial me, like a shaking weed Blown about, pushed around So it is again, on my face I land Fallen down, crying out Is there strength in me upon which my heart can call? Is there anything at all? Cause I'm not leaving I'm not even tired yet I'm still breathing And I'm staying 'till I can't In my strength I said Until I was dead and gone that I would always stand And weather every punch they land Is there strength in me to fulfill these words? and to stand although it hurts? I have learned that this world will not change because of me so I'll be the change I long to see From Letras Mania