Tuesday, November 10, 2009

stand

another wonderful country song. to me it pretty much defines my sister to a T. she is so amazing. can i just say that here? i think i'll brag about her. i admire and look up to my little sister in about a hundred thousand ways. it's so hard to believe that she is only 15, when she seriously acts middle aged. she's just SO mature. i wish i could be more like her. she is such an inspiration to me. she is so selfless. she cares so much about those people around her, she constantly thinks of others before herself, despite the fact that sometimes it kills her. oh the lessons i try to learn from her. oh how i wish i weren't as selfish as i am. she is such a beautiful young lady, inside and out. i adore her, and am so glad that i have her as my sister. i couldn't ask for anyone better. she's been through so much, and a good portion has been my fault, but she has handled it SO much better than i ever could have, had i been in the same position as her. she never ceases to amaze me. anyways, i think this song was written for people like my sister, the girl who goes above and beyond what is expected of her every single day. this is for her. this is for my lil sis.

Stand
By: Rascal Flatts

You feel like a candle, in a hurricane
Like a picture, with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be allright, you'll be allright

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend til you break
Cause it's all you can take

On your knees, you look up
Decide that you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand.
Then you stand.

Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given, before it's gone
Start holding on, keep holding on.

Cause when push comes to shove,
You taste what you're made of
You might bend til you break
Cause its all you can take

On your knees you look up
Decide that you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand.
Then you stand.

Oooohhhh
Then you stand
Everytime you get up
And get back in that race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
Oooohhhhh

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend til you break
Cause it's all you can take

On your knees you look up
Decide that you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand.
Then you stand.

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