It knocks me down

All I do is frown

You call

I fall

I cry

I feel as though I'll die

But I dont.

Beckon me you do

I am yours to command, pursue

Broken almost am I

Dont you wish me to die?

But I dont

This life is hard

All at the whims of the card

But I musnt fail

I have more seas to sail

Cannot give in

To mortal whims

Im on a quest

I cannot rest

More there is for me to do

Me you will not rue

I will not bow

I will not cow

Knife with you me pierce

But I AM fierce

Stubborn they call me,

Determined I see

I will be strong

I will go on

You can hurt me, but not stop me

For STRONG is who I be.


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