Who am I? Who do they see? Who am I supposed to be? What other road should I ply? I’m saddled by their decisions, These trying to make in me deep incisions, They proffer a way, Irreconcilable with my day. I’m not known, They can't see me, They can't see the thriving seeds sown, I’m an emerging sea. I’m not a standstill train, I'm a gathering rain, It’s not a defeated fight, I'm an arising light. I won’t be masked by their viewpoints, I have a course, My carriage doesn’t have feeble joints, I am an ensuing force.