I will not be defeated.
I will not be to blame.
My anger now is heated.
This feeling put to shame.
I've been controlled too long,
to let it go again.
It's my turn now to be strong.
To be my own man.
Resisting the pressure,
of the four horses pull.
Now I control the thresher.
Now I control the fool.
It's my turn now.
I'll no longer be weak.
Now I know how,
to be heard when I speak.
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