There comes a point
Where my fists raise
Against injustice done within me
To say, "My fear is false."
And say to it, "No, I will not let you win!"
That "I can" and failure will not come
That I will fight for what is good
What I know to be true
In this beating pulse of my own
That what I have run and hid from
May actually be the best thing ever for me
Despite the odds of losing
Because I read in a book
Somewhere in an ancient text
That something can never fail
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