Break Me

You can’t break my soul.
You won’t break my bones.
A different breed with a special kind of gene.
A cat with nine lives.
Try again next time, but this time intensify the heat.

You can shatter my spirit
But it will rise with the sun
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy,
Oh! Joy, comes in the morning.
You can’t break my soul.
Needless to say my bones.

My strength comes from the vine,
That which I am the branch,
You can’t break my soul.
You won’t break my bones.

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