Even though the worlds on top of me.
My legs are heavy my back feels weak.
I stand up straight as I should be.
My destiny is mine to carve.
I tell myself to succeed and my fire burns.
Why not follow and see where this path leads.
The golden road is ahead.
Warm winds and eagerness drive me.
I'm alive.
I won't run.
I won't cry.
These scars were deep, but now are faded.
This is me.