“Victory is Mine”

I standing in the roaring wind

Battered and confused

I was free but now am pinned

Cast away and abused

My eyes can no longer see

Blinded and cold

There is no more hope for me

Gone and sold

I march to the executioner’s drum

Defiant and unafraid

I will not feel it for I am numb

Lonely and betrayed

Go ahead and do your best

Stone and jeer

You can beat me like the rest

Tear and spear

I will not satisfy you with a cry

Tough and impenetrable

I know that I am to one day die

Dark and inevitable

I will fight to the last breath

Fierce and strong

Whether to liberty or death

Short or long

I will bruise and bleed

Stagger and fall

But I shall never plead

Surrender or call

But the victory is mine