you'll never go any higher
if after every time
your knees fold under
you don't get up as a fighter

Actions over words
What are words without fire
Fire that moves and burns the world
Licking the flames of your tragedies
And taking you towards a new forest
Where the pasts have burned
Touch the fertile ground of your new mind
Promote yourself from writer to soldier
Don't you dare take your time
Your next words would be your last
Your next move could be the first of firsts
The builder
The fighter
The mightier
The worthier
Everyone knows that glory is in being alive
The only thing more alive that words
Is your body moving to fulfill the words

I look at the maps hanging up on my wall
admiring the world for the best it got
yet i see
Poverty swell and trivial refugees struggle
and there are cardinal power wars
destitute crave for food shelter and cloths

O' why lord ?
"Its the beginning of the horror flick, my son
there are copious others , yet unaddressed and unresolved "

However i reckon
how simple it is to conquer despair hanging up on my wall
For today mighty fighter  
stop and sleep a lil more,
cuddle your love and hold her a lil long
refashion your battle cry  to cry of love
Shed tears its no harm
miracle will happen as you kiss her once more .

You are the puppet fighter, no doubt you are strong
they know your strength , they are foxy back stabbers brother
they'll aflame your soul ,
Don't forget you have love back home ...

You can see the storm assembling inside of her,
You can see the crashing waves of the oceans in her eyes, aswell as the hurt behind them fueling the tide,
But the waves don't even bother her,
For she is a known fighter,
It's not a new thing for her,
Fighting,
Since forever she has been fighting what she thinks of herself,
She's been fighting for clarity in her own mind,
But there's already other factors, people,
dismantling the last shreds of of faith she has in herself
Still she fights,
the water is dried up from the storm, now there is fire in her eyes
Be careful because next time you try and tell her what she's not, well just watch out cause she knows who she is and that fire in her eyes doesn't even have to touch you for you to feel the burn, You see for you,
there will be no smoke to warn you, because you already lost the trust, broke her down once, twice, but no,  she got back up,
How much satisfaction will she have when she shows all of you she's stronger then you thought, and how many of you wished you let it go and let it drop, cause now the storms gone and only one thing remains, is not who she thought she was, but who she really is

She called herself a fighter,
Yet, there was no victory assigned
to her non-existent list of battles.
What is in a fighter if not for the
monuments dedicated to their names?

She called herself a survivor,
Yet, she had never had an
encounter with the entity called death.
What is in a survivor if not for the endless
bruises and scars that they endured?

Oh she was! Her fights, much more
brutal than battles won by warriors.
And her scars, deeper -though unseen-
than that of a knight. And they asked:
'What is in a fighter if not for a girl that
overcame her translucent battles?'

You'll be fighting your monsters
til you're six feet in your grave.
I know you, you're strong
still it's hard not to cave.

Sometimes in summer
it's easy to forget
that the war is still going
when the battle resets.

Inside, in the dark,
where the flowers can't reach
They see it's their time
to attach and leech.

Lay low, wait til morning
and remember you're loved
when fuzzy little monsters
Return with boxing gloves.