Every time I rise, a force pulls me under,
Three steps back, it’s a relentless plunder.
Yet I stand firm, unyielding, aware,
Rooted in resolve, in the face of despair.

Till God calls my name, I’ll hold my ground,
In adversity’s grip, my spirit is found.
With all of my might, I’ll engage in the fight,
In the darkest of days, I’ll be the light.

Every stumble, each fall, only builds my strength,
In this fierce battlefield, I’ll linger at length.
I...