Ragged clothes upon my back,
A knife that tore my flesh.
Tossed against the wicked walls,
Bound and beat and threshed.

My body ached with constant pain.
My soul was incomplete.
But with everything that I could muster,
I rose up to my feet.

The journey wasn't easy.
A dangerous, drifting track.
Fighting against the rising tide,
I somehow made it back.

I don't take anything for granted.
I fight hard for all I've earned.
I know what it is to walk through fire
and come out a little burned.