You stand right up, as soon as you fall. Through a childs eyes, everything seemed so inoccent. Watching her own mother be beaten til she's gasping for air. Growing up around things that were so unfair. I saw you become depressed, and I saw you fight off the stress. No matter how many times you fall..you always seem to get back up. Together, Mother and daughter, we walk and wait to conquor another battle. To win the title, Of A strong Woman.