Mantra
My will to rise is stronger than circumstances such as these,
successive hope that this life will unfold gentle ease,
slowly and also swiftly dies from reality’s truth disease,
(My will to rise is stronger than circumstances such as these).
My strength burns in my step and I will not submit,
every edge has blistered from the weight of the great hit,
wrestling my sanity that calls on me to quit
(My strength burns in my step and I will not submit).
Despair quickens its game but I’m ready for this fight
I haven’t had enough, it’s my turn and it’s my right
to preserver as champion despite the waning light
(Despair quickens its game but I’m ready for this fight).
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