The only emotion I know
is rising and rushing.
Fast and raw,
yet never disgusting.

It's hard, I know
but that’s the catch.
A strong force for me to match.
My body learns, blends, it sways,
ready to swing along in its reckless ways.

Ahh, the rage,
I like it,
a fuel to ignite my fire.
It’s good,
I love the warm feeling,
a spark to turn my soul.

Ahh, the pain,
I can achieve it,
all through every ache,
I rise and grow up.
It's mine, I hold the warm hug,
untamed force, I let it flow.