Written by Aanya Mehta
There may be times when I feel low,
Or I might feel some great sorrows,
But still, I rise.
There may be some circumstances,
Or some unusual instances,
But still, I rise.
I might lose interest,
Or search for a deadly conquest,
But still, I rise.
The world seems to end,
Or people seem to pretend,
But still, I rise.
I will keep rising and stand out,
And walk proud,
Because the power above is holding my hand,
And washing away the insecure sand.
