Slowly I awake,
Try to move and then I think,
Did I lose or did I win?
I cannot go through this again.
I move my hand to feel around,
I hear nothing, not a sound....
Looking down, I see my wound,
Suprised that my life resumed...
The doctor comes in and sees me awake,
She tells me what is at steak...
One wrong move and I could die,
But I can't lose him, I must try...
I get up, using almost all the strength I had,
Almost collapsing, I hurt so bad.
The doctor said I am unstable,
But I told her I am able,
Not really knowing if I am or not.
But I must push on with what hope I've got.
I find my battle gear and get prepared,
At this point, I have no time to be scared.
I look at myself and feel the fear,
But I look back, atleast I made it here.
A little confidence is growing in me,
A lot of strength that others can see.
I grab my helmet and pick up my gun,
My journey has now begun....
There's a war to win.
