I crawl towards the door,
tears streaming down my face.
A trail of blood on the floor,
But I will never accept this fate.

I will make it to the end.
I will show them the best.
Even if I have to lose friends.
Even if I've failed the test.

I will rise above them.
I will tear down their balconies.
I will drag the wolf out of its den.
I will force them to their knees.

As I push my hands on the floor.
I push myself up.
I will accept failure NO MORE
I will grab the golden cup.

I will always stand.
Even if I must use broken wings.
For this is my land.
And you will hear me sing.

I take a step through the door.
and see the sky.
I feel something from my core,
and feel like I could fly.

I walk on this land,
its smell is sublime.

Of all the things I am certain,
it will be mine.