I warn the world that it's unlike me to give in without a fight.
Dread may settle at the bottom of my lungs, havoc could wreak.
I will fall, but from it will I be a phoenix each time and every downfall.
Crush me to dust and from it will I re-create newfound strength.
There is no bottomless abyss I wouldn't stare down at and embrace when
I've seen the ruins of way worse in me, where stretching out my hands
only meant voidful fist in the shape of trust.
If it's worthwhile, I will put everything at stake and freefall.
If it's worthwhile, I'll put up a good fight.
If it's worthwhile, the falling will be the righteous thing to do.
Find me in places where it's unlikely to find a scared soul.
All you have to do is show me it's worthwhile now.
