High

As the words of the flow trip out of my mouth
i hold my head up high
as the blood trickles down the ends my sleeves
i hold my head up high
as the motion of his fist pounds into my face
i hold my head up high
as my mom acts blind sometimes
i hold my head up high
as the bruises began to form
i hold my head up high
as the noise of the sirens grow louder and louder
i hold my head up high
as my spirit grows weak
i hang my head down
as i come forward leaving my body
i hold my head up high
as i drift higher and higher into the light lovely blue sky