How often do the waves feel the shore..?
How often does the rebel resist death’s cruel blows…?
I am constantly striving against concrete,
bewildered and crushed by what I can’t ever see.
Darkness destroys what I believe.
We all fight wars that nobody sees,
We are all striving towards the light,
I won’t get lost in the lives of the billions around me,
I won’t fade away into the swirling mass of mass mania.
The defiant who rise up are few,
Hell’s flames won’t conquer me,
I am a fighter,
I won’t allow defeats to break me,
I will rise from every fall,
I will celebrate my tenacity,
my persistence, my perseverance,
and my life’s story…,
I am not everybody.