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You feel like a candle in a hurricane,
Just like a picture with a broken frame.
Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight, but you’ll be alright.
You’ll be alright.’Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made of.
You might bend ’til you break ’cause it’s all you can take.
On your knees you look up, decide you’ve had enough,
You get mad,
You get strong,
Wipe your hands,
Shake it off,
Then you stand.

Life’s like a novel with end ripped out,
The edge of a canyon with only one way down.
Take what you’re given before it’s gone and start holdin’ on.
Keep holdin’ on.

‘Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made of.
You might bend ’til you break ’cause it’s all you can take.
On your knees you look up, decide you’ve had enough.
You get mad,
You get strong,
Wipe your hands,
Shake it off,
Then you stand.

Every time you get up and get back in the race,
One more small piece of you starts to fall into place.

‘Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made of.
You might bend ’til you break ’cause it’s all you can take.
On your knees you look up, decide you’ve had enough.
You get mad,
You get strong,
Wipe your hands,
Shake it off,
Then you stand.

Yeah, then you stand.

-Rascal Flatts, “Me & My Gang” (2006)

Posted more as a personal reminder that all I do or can control is me, and that is enough. When push comes to shove, you really do taste what you’re made of, and I am made of everything it takes to stand.

Keepin' it real in the bloggerhood,

Suzanne

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