I want to be fearless
A soldier at arms
Grabbing the hands of the innocent
Pulling them above myself
They shall survive before all else
I'm doing what is right
I am courageous
I will make my family proud
Charge into air charged with the electricity of anger
To emerge victorious
Whole
A small voice in the back of my head
That tiny feeling in the bottom of my stomach
Asking each other
Is he prepared for this?