Like a soldier in a battlefield with no weapon,
I am ever bleeding, but never fleeing my arena.
I hold tight my wounds with my enemy’s ribbon;
I never look backward, for I want to be a winner.
Now, I am dragging my wounded body on fire,
To rise from the ashes of my miserable memories.
Shooting my enemies, my fears and every liar
To clean my past from every pain of all those years.
Though my history gets scarred with much deception,
I stand up like a hero of old legends like a high mountain.
I am a survivor of every hurt that shot the heart callously
A heroine who never loses the power to shine fiercely
To roar like a lioness in the face of every deserter.
I am the desert and I am the ocean and I am the victor.