I will fight for this, for I know its worth.
The war wounds that will undoubtedly be inflicted upon me,
Oh how they’ll sting, but they will heal with time.
And don’t forget, I am cloaked in armour.
Yesterday’s mistakes have taught me of its importance,
For what use is my heart if it is broken and bleeding?
Today’s battle will be tomorrow’s victory,
And the shackles of imprisonment will release me to be free.
I will fight for this, and I will win.