Standing up again, and standing up tall,
After staying down too long, after a fall.

Smiling, and going out to face the day,
After staying in, crying the night away.

Returning words that hurt you deep,
With kindness, as you start to weep.

Bitting you lip until it bleeds,
And going with where life leads,
Or telling it which is your direction,
Stated as fact, not said as a question.