I am invictus.

This is my battle cry.

A million armies can knock me down,

but none will ever cease my fight.


Mountains rise before me

and behind them hides the light,

but I am not defeated

and among them I too will rise.


Rain comes pouring down

slowing my steady stride,

but strength will grow within me.

I won't be stopped by rising tides.


I am invictus,

unfazed by climbing heights,

filled with hope, and undefeated.

My spirit will never die.

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