Ressurection

Another day has died and I try to stop the fall, but my knees touch the ground and my head falls in my hands. It takes its toll - I am defeated there's no hope and something stirs within, from within. I see my reflection in the pool of my tears. My eyes tell the story, gaze at the struggle for all these years. It takes its toll - am I defeated? is there hope? something stirs within. And I see the truth, they can't fucking touch me. This hope I have can't be taken away because it dwells inside my heart. I pick myself up and spread my wings, defeat escapes me. Revolution within, from within.