My Mentor, My Captain, My Soul

We are born with a fire

Ingited deep within our hearts

And with it comes a desire

To burn great and bright

But we are born the same 

So if you want to rise, you must fight

This is what I was taught 

By going through a strugle were I was destined to fail

But still I fought 

And with every losing battle 

I felt myself growing stronger 

As my chains gave out a death rattle

My war is long from done

And so the cycle shall continue 

With fighting every war under the sun

I must take every chance I get

For you can never win

Only become strong enough to take another hit

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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