Lilly Emery (6 - 13 -1966 / Hollywood)
I Will Stand On High
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
But only a fool would believe them again,
You may tell the world how crazy I am
And push me in the very dirt and make me cry
But I will stand up again and that is no lie,
Does my sassiness upset you when I tell the truth?
Why are you looking at me with gloom?
I don't need you so go away.
Let me see my better day's without you,
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides will come,
Just like hopes springing high in June,
I will stand my ground when it comes to you.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
When you walk by?
You must have me confused,
Every word every sad dream of you I
Through it in the dark sea,
Don't you take it awful hard when you
See me walking with another man
Because I am over you,
I was young and you new it too,
I once belived in you and hung on every word
You ever said to me,
That is what is crazy,
You may had shoot me with your words,
You may had cut me with your darken eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air I will stand on high,
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
I look so beautiful in every mans eye's
Does it hurt when you know it is me you will never hold?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I am in the women's game of true love
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I will stand on high,
I will never let another man beat me down,
I'm a beautiful ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
And all the nightmares of your lies,
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I will sing on high with no more tears in my eye's
I am free without the shame and blame you gave.
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