unconquerable

Think on why.

Think on the means

I used to get

You in between

A rock and a decision,

Into my will,

You weren’t

Riding high.

You’d had

Your fill

Of life

And its

Empty dreams

Of seeing

Fulfilled

Nothing

That means

Anything to you

Then or now,

Had your fill

Of unfulfilled vows.

Now, you see,

What happened then

Though you thought

Was death,

Turned around and

Gave life to you.

How much more

In the thing you

Face now am I

Able to do?