I was expected to fail to be weak and frail, but through the darkness I saw light. A hope that was in my sight but to reach for the light was to much of a fight. So all I could do was yell and scream and hope the light was my knight in shining armor. So at last he came and told me the story of the blood he shed to reach my bed. To pick me up from my frail position and create me to be the strong human being he said I would be. So no more will i believe the lies that I am told because my knight came and died and rose again to lift me up and tell me a truth that no person could ever take away. That I am not weak and I am not frail but I am the one who is led to tell everyone the story that i was told just to save another who was expected to fail.