I have risen above the storm
while other men succumb to less
no-one turns as I pass
or nods in respect
yet I have conquered foe
they shall never see in their lifetime
I have faced evil in the coldest of nights
pulled another from the reaper's clutch
where many accept
I resist
where many remain silent
I question
I shall pass into my eternal home
as I arrived in this one
identity my own
dignity intact
my soul clean
as falling snow