I will.

I will pick on that fight, face up, take pride in my pain

my body is tortured, lips bloody, sweat drops like a rain

I will push forward, keep pressing, despite feeling weak

rise early, when skies are grey when days are so bleak

I will do this next step, even when crippled by fear

keep praying and cursing, in silence, for no one to hear

No foe will stop me, no demon, no beast, and no man

And so I keep going until “I will”, becomes: I am

From Sword in the Woods archives/ Radek from the Blue Moon Station