Circumstantial me, like a shaking weed Blown about, pushed around So it is again, on my face I land Fallen down, crying out Is there strength in me upon which my heart can call? Is there anything at all? Cause I? m not leaving I? m not even tired yet I? m still breathing And I? m staying? till I can? t In my strength I said Until I was dead and gone that I would always stand And weather every punch they land Is there strength in me to fulfill these words? And to stand although it hurts? I have learned that this world will not change because of me So I? ll be the change I long to see