Lacking the strength to fight,
Ready to surrender to life,
Society’s flaws had me surrounded.

While being stabbed by all directions,
Desperation delivers the strength,
The power to conquer adversities.

Battling for happiness with a strong sword,
Winning the war against the brutal enemy,
Finally realizing that heaven can wait.

Dread of losing haunts my fantasies,
Terrified of where destiny leads me.

Will my goals reach the top of the hill,
Or fall while trying to find my path?

My quest cannot predict the future,
It’s a guideline that will lead to my journey.

Disciplining myself through determination,
Trying to climb the mountain of dreams.

Fighting challenges in this war on failing,
Combating the obstacles of life’s adversities.

Soaring to the cliff with the aim to prevail,
Driven by the soul to achieve pure victory.

Finally reaching the top of the high peak,
Success has conquered the fear of failure.

Stabbing myself with criticism,
Inflicting scars through judgment.

Wounded by fearful hopelessness,
As I bleed out my own confidence.

Goals are limited by negative views,
Incapable of achieving full success.

Brawling with the mental despair,
Trying to uplift a positive stance.

Also at war with a harmful world,
Fighting for a spot in civilization.

Dueling with barriers to end misery,
On a determined mission for peace.

By combating my own worst enemy,
The wounds of self-esteem can heal.

Persistence is the fuel for success,
Ignited by the sparks of passion.

Attacked by the enemy of flaws,
Facing hardships on every battlefront.

Dueling problems with a strong sword,
Fighting for the ultimate cause in life.

A warrior never admits defeat in combat,
No surrender in the war for excellence.

When success is finally won by glory,
The blade of victory will shine with pride.

The wounds of the past are deep,
Causing anguish that haunts the mind.

Visions ignites tears of suffering,  
Led by remembrance inflicting grief.

Fighting the harsh memories that scar,
Seeking goals that lead to inner peace.

Brawling with history to conquer misery,
Trying to secure a remarkable present.

The path through time will heal the pain,
Traveling across bridges to recovery.

The sword of fury stabs us in the back,
Sparking the fire by resentment.

Flames ignite into a huge grudge,
With hatred burning in our eyes.

If a person repents their past sins,
Eradicate the fire of fueled anger.

Life is too short to scorch in rage,
A blaze which depletes the quality of life.

The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.

Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.

We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.

Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.

Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.

The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.

Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.