I know that i may lose the fight,
But can i live with myself if i don't try?
Can i survive walking in the darkest night?
Am I prepared for the tears I'll cry?
I'm either a fighter or I am not.
I must decide which one and be that.
There're many wars I've already fought
And I am sure this won't be my last.
I know courage is not the absence of fear,
It is fighting in the presence of it,
Contiuing the struggle through my tears,
And standing even after I'm hit.
So I stand here to face my enemies
They are all brutal, cunning and wild.
But I will be sure not one of them sees
The raging fear inside of this child.
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