They Believe

They believe it was the last blow ,
And that the last thread that held me
will cave in easily ,
They believe that i'll no longer strive
for a worthy sense of appeal,
They believe they can throw me off the edge
And expect no response what so ever said ,

They believe i have been crushed
to a million pieces inside ,
What do they dont believe is the fact that
the pieces are a prize ,
Each prize gives you pride ,
some inspiration , some vibe
To stand up against this hideous jibe ,

They believe i 'll perish and fall astray in time
And that the end has arrived ,
They believe they've pushed me onto a rocky road
Out in the cold ,
What they dont believe is that
there most certainly will be for me ,
at a distance .... an abode .