will

a piece of paper

what I leave behind
how i make things happen
the force of my mind


what I lend to you, 
when your own is waning
what will get me through 
when I feel like complaining


Conviction and strength 
slight after slight
reeling, incensed
I continue to fight


unbroken, 
unharmed.
failure be warned,
here you'll find no cheap thrill
you would only meet ill.


there isn't much chance
I've come through the worst
you've taken your stance
but my will wins the purse