When it seems we're fighting a lost battle,
It is considered for suicide.
When we're in the middle of the storm,
We think nothing can be done except we accept our own defeat as our own success.
When we let go of our inner strength,
It gets us drowned and kills us,
It takes away our pride, our vision and the purpose of why we're made,
But when we awake the giant in us we'll realize that,
Life is a dwarf that must be crushed under the sole of our feet.
Champions we are, champions we're made,
But the blur picture of what we've been seeing lately
Has taken away the beautiful picture we've been seeing for so long.
Wake up champion and don't sleep no more,
Stop the crying and fight for once,
Life will only adapt to whatever decision and choices we make.
Why en slave ourselves in our own decisions,
Creating fears and tears for all to savor,
Why digging our own grave for ourselves in preparation for people to cry on?
No beauty in failure, shame and fear is all it brings on,
No reward in trying, only if you get it done.
My life is in my hand, it must not crush like the chickens egg.
Written By: Peter Excel
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