I\'ve let others take my voice and speak for me for so long.
Let me believe my thoughts, words and actions were wrong.
Been through hell and back, said to make me strong.
Awaiting the day, I had something to say, preparing to sing my own song.
Face in the dirt, say they used me.
Blood on my shirt, oh how they abused me.
Diminsh my worth, lies infused in me.
Revived from the dead, I\'ll be forever free.
~I.S.~