I was not made to falter;

weakness looks better on other men.

And every time I hit the ground is

just a chance to build

my fortress walls anew.

When my city crumbles,

it does not mean that it

will never thrive again.

I refuse to listen to the protests

of my insecurities

that urge I quit while I'm afraid.

They may be ferocious beasts,

but I will not back down that easily.

This time—I choose to live!

I will not come undone.

So what if I sometimes slip

and sprain my resolve,

.I know I'm not the only one.

The moment has finally arrived

where I stand and fight,

and face my demons head on.

I won't give up, I'll soldier on

until I've crossed the finish line.

I will stumble forward 

long after the race has been won.

My late arrival to the ball

is no reason to sulk backstage;

the show must go on.

I choose to live! I won't give in.

My stubborn heart will not stop 

for anyone.

I carry on, I am quite strong.

The day has come for me 

to make my mark.

I'll take what's mine, long overdue;

I'll fight the urge to run and hide.

I choose to live—

and it's a beautiful feeling

to know that I have grown.