My Mentor, My Captain, My Soul
We are born with a fire
Ingited deep within our hearts
And with it comes a desire
To burn great and bright
But we are born the same
So if you want to rise, you must fight
This is what I was taught
By going through a strugle were I was destined to fail
But still I fought
And with every losing battle
I felt myself growing stronger
As my chains gave out a death rattle
My war is long from done
And so the cycle shall continue
With fighting every war under the sun
I must take every chance I get
For you can never win
Only become strong enough to take another hit
This poem is about:
Me
Our world