Standing

I bend like a reed, blowing in the breeze
I go with the flow, where the river wants to go
My roots are deep, my branches seek to embrace the wrestling breeze
So winds of change and godforsaken hurricanes won’t blow me over
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay standing
Like a boxer in a ring, I’ll keep standing for another round
Held up by string, but I’m no dancing puppet that don’t feel a thing
All I know is fist throws and body blows won’t bring me down
So don’t think it’s beating me, I’ll just keep blinking as the blows sink in
And I’ll be thinking
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay standing
My paper wings, a piece of string and pretty things that keep me sane
Unopened doors, and something more I’ve said before that calls my name
But I’m still unsure, cos I’ve had the floor pulled out before beneath my feet
But there’s safer ground, so tie me down, try to turn me upside down
And I’ll be bound to say
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay
Bring it on, bring it on and I’ll stay standing