This just came to me, and I put it down. I hope it encourages someone to keep fighting.
The worse that can happen is death Yes, death We may be maimed We may be burnt We may be made quiet But until death do us part Our eyes will speak
What if we are made blind Then we will shake the ground on which we bleed We will not give up We will not give in We were born to make a difference We were made different Until death do us part We will make the difference clear
But death won't find it easy No, even death will remember us Death will remember how we looked him in face Even with our empty eye sockets Death will remember how we fought him Even as our life's essence seeped into the ground Death will remember how, though dumb, we screamed
Yes, death will remember how it took all his wrath to keep us still He will remember that it took his all to win us He will remember that we didn't embrace him He will remember that we didn't long for him
He will remember that though he offered rest, we preferred to fight and live At the end, he will realize that he lost For even as our life seeped into earth Earth will not hold us back We will rise again
The worst that can happen is death, but we will rise again.