In a Crisis, not to pretend

Ease with then

Find What I intend

Not quick to defend

I pour out my soul in the lions den

Where only the strongest ascend

Into higher heights

I wish them, those dirty ways despise them

pounding to its peek, while I let her speak

Surprised by the response, My heroine

and it hurts, been in a dark place,  but was served

lost hope and in the process of being reborn

not literal just internal, like a colonel

fighting battles