It's the fire I see that's making me turn back.
It's the army behind it that's making me run from this fight.
I'm scared to be defeated, I'm scared that I might fall.
I don't want to take the sword of responsibility and then fail,I don't want those that expect my win to then regret their choices.
I think it's better no one knows me,I think I better run from the face of the devil and be my own hero by sparing me the pains I'll feel if I fail .
I think ... I think to much I guess, I'm voicing the whisperings of the dark without even realising.
No one is caging me here but myself, I'm letting the darkest voices sway me to a cage of fears. I've got to stand up and stand tall,I don't want to be a foolish hero that takes away my responsibilities and gives me guilt and more fails.
Though the fire's spreading, it's trying to scare me, it's crossing it's bar since it's sensing my fears and the army is holding no sword believing they can crush me with a look.
They don't stand a chance now, I'm not going to let down those that look up to me , I'm not going to let me down above all I'm not letting my creator down.I wasn't made to be a coward but I live for my victory.
When the dark army least expect, they didn't even see it coming.
I came rushing like the wind of my spirit,my strength is seen, don't underestimate me.
I walked through the fire,I gave a smile of victory even in the face of the army.
I needed to do nothing more ,they fell to their defeat in the darkness of the tombs.
My strength wasn't in my fighting,I just needed to face my fears.
©moralight
M