The heavy heart,
The burdened mind,
A restless soul,
A light that needs to shine

Why does it ache,
Why does it screams for justice,
I know this isn't fake,
On this poem that I thought i never make.

Come away with me,
And i will show you more,
What it really means,
to be gutted back and forth

What the mouth couldn't speak,
The heart gives a silent scream,
Tell myself not to be weak,
That I will not walk with a limb.

The hour is here,
And i can smell my victory's beer,
I will stand and fight,
With every ounce of my might.

Bring my enemies on,
and I will walk over their heads,
Thank you God for giving me my form,
And in you I will give my all.