I'm clothed in strength, though I cower underneath it all.

I knew these days would come, but my God I don't know how to stand tall.

My legs, they struggle; my eyes, they water;
My mind, it struggles, though my heart.. My heart is bound by mortar.

I'm not defeated, I'm not out for the count, no. I'm not giving up just yet, I've got too much to amount to.