I walk on roads that test my will,
Where heartbreak hums in quiet gloom;
Each bruise reminds me I climb still,
Though sorrow wraps my heart in doom.

Two voices rise like day and night,
One softly pleads to dim my light;
The other stirs my hidden might,
Encouraging my soul to fight.

Defeat, I taste it on my tongue,
A bitter brew that stings my heart;
Yet from this ache, new songs are sung,
I rise again, refuse to part.

I am the flame that cannot die,
Though doubt suggests I lose my way;
I shout my truth into the sky,
And claim the dawn of each new day.

Defeat is just another test,
Where scars can shape my soul to steel;
And though I’m bruised, I stand my best,
Reminded I can truly heal.

I choose the fighter I must be,
For giving up would forge my bane;
Each step ahead sparks destiny,
And in this rise, I live again.