"Stand up," they say,"Stand up and fight.You don't know what,It's like to brawl,If you haven't fought for your dying days.So stand up, stand up and fight." "But I try," you protest," I really do.They can't defeat me if I never lose." "You have lost, long ago-Your dignity, your pride, your voice of reason;Don't loose yourself too.You scoff at this matter,Yet you know it is true.Don't loose yourself too." You laugh at them-I won't I won't!-Yet you hear the truth in their words, You ignore them; what's done is done-You've fed the birds. They hear the annoyance in I your voice,The ugly tone you use.They quiet about you, Instead talking about the latest news. Years past, and you grow,Owning a shop,on the sea side,Where many stop.Your life shoots up,Like a flower sprout. The worry lines lessen;The tears cease to come.Life is good.And only you know why,As you look a at you voice of reason.