When One Bests Defeat

The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore The potency that is my being is far from ruin Far from silenced And far from death With severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper A body plagued with sickness and still I dare to dream For I can breathe My blood is fire and I bleed life The defeatist is dead No remorse for that man who died A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself Exceeded his contempt for the world No remorse for those who crushed his spirit A sad bitter lot whose lack of insight left a man broken Left many broken The disenchanted led by the frightened only blessed With the absence of respect A world enslaved by itself but one was reborn to conquer I climb to the crest and strive to climb higher At the core of my being is vitality that will not die My blood is fire and I bleed life My blood is fire