Still I fight

I might miss the light of history

I might fade into the night

I might fall into obscurity

But still, with fire, I'll fight.

Do my footprints make a dent?

Will they fade under the rain?

Whatever, still I'll stomp my foot

Again, again, again.

Like thunder and lightning,

As sure as sparrow's flight,

Like a quake that shakes the earth,

Still I'll fight.

My demon wants to break me,

Throw me down into the dirt,

My hands so rough and torn,

Covered in my hurt.

I laugh in the face of it,

Just hope it doesn't mind,

For I've got gates of steel

Guarding treasures in my mind.

I may bruise within the darkness,

I may tear upon the empty white,

I may die and no one knows my name

But still, with grit, I'll fight.

I'm sassy and I'm scrappy

And I care what no one thinks

I dance under the moonlight

As the north star slowly sinks.

From the self-made prison from whence I came

I fight

Behind the bars of my own shame

I fight

I'm a phoenix, born, and dead,

Again, and again, I raise my head.

Never again will I bow to the ground

I fight

Standing up to face the thundering sound

I fight

I fight

I fight