Justin McRoberts

Not Even Tired

Justin McRoberts


Circumstantial me, like a shaking weed 
Blown about, pushed around 

So it is again, on my face I land 
Fallen down, crying out 

Is there strength in me upon which my heart can call? 
Is there anything at all? 

Cause I'm not leaving 
I'm not even tired yet 
I'm still breathing 
And I'm staying 'till I can't 

In my strength I said 
Until I was dead and gone that I would always stand 
And weather every punch they land 

Is there strength in me to fulfill these words? 
and to stand although it hurts? 

I have learned that this world will not change because of me 
so I'll be the change I long to see