Unshackled

In life, sometimes, you’re just down on your luck.

And sometimes, that just pisses me off.

So when life gives me lemons, this is my reply.

Should fire not rage? Should thunder not crackle?

Should fists not fight? Should I remain shackled?

Should I let myself just get beaten by chance?

Or should I stand tall, take arms, and advance?

I raise up my chin and I look to the sky,

I raise up a shout, and I shout my war cry:

Fire will rage, and thunder will crackle,

Fists will fight, and I’ll be unshackled.