I stand where I stand. No one is going to make me move. Not an inch. Not a foot. No where. You can try to make me. But you won’t break me. I know where I stand.
You can try with all your might. Try to make me fall. But I’m here and I like it. I’m stuck here, forever.
You can try ruin things. Try to push me down. You can try. You can’t succeed. You’ve failed to make me move. You’ve succeeded in cheating yourself.
I know where you stand. Somewhere far, far away. Somewhere I never want to stand any day. Gloom is in your eyes but not to my surprise you take it out on me. Gee. Thanks.
I’m still standing. Standing tall. Your standing. Standing small. After all that you’ve done, I’ve had enough. You won’t get to me no matter what you say. Try to make me fall. Fail. You’ve failed, matter of fact. Say what you want. Think it, too. There is absolutely nothing I can do. But I can stand. Stand tall. You can stand. Stand small.

I stand where I stand. No one is going to make me move. Not an inch. Not a foot. No where.