What is your fire? Where does it come from? What makes your passion burn?
What’s your mission? Who do you fight for? What do you do afterwards?
I am here to serve, and I am here to live. I am here to show everyone it’s okay to give a shit.
I know not everyone likes me, and I’m okay with that. People just don’t understand what I’m going at.
I feel my past judges my future, and present worries of the past, but nothing, and I say nothing, can make the concern last.
For I am strong and indestructible.
I am powerful and sincere.
I am the strength of my soul, and the solution to my fear.
I will stand up and I will conquer all of those around me; for I will love them and I will honor, the wonderful power of free will.
But listen to my words, listen to them inspire…
What are you without love? What is hope without a “something” fire?