They say that which has been brought into the darkness now come into the light.
Step into the light.
I've had my dreams slip out from beneath my nose in a world so cold my heart was frozen.
Journey beyond the pure white snow and emerge from the winter of my discontent.
I won't consent to less than 110 percent.
I will lick my wounds, I will not scrape or bow to you.
Hold onto my hand, walk with me from your demise.
I won't retreat, I won't be made weak by the thoughts in my feet.
I will walk till I bleed, dying from fatigue and beyond if need be.
But believe me, you won't defeat me.
That's a promise I keep until they drop me six feet deep, motherfucker.
Be on the prowl.