Time to fight

When I was crawling on my knees;
When I was begging,
"God, please";
You formed from my tears,
Took me away from all of my fears.
I held my head,
And to me, you said,
"My girl,
Don't cry.
Lives change,
And we must survive.
I love you,
You'll be alright,
Come now,
It's time to fight."

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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