I will win

You hit me hard

You played your cards

You broke a glass

And caught the shards


you broke my heart

tore it apart

You left me here

Nowhere to start


So the story goes

and no one knows 

how I fade to dust

Like a forgotten rose


But I won’t give in

Brush off my skin

Stand up and fight

Until I win


You made me strong

When days were long

You thought I broke

But you were wrong


I’m back to fight

in the frail moonlight

and I will win 

In the day or night


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