We’ve become more than what they’ve seen,
We’ve proved them wrong,
moved past the impassable,
looked beyond their barriers.
We have seen the highest fall,
The mightiest grovel,
The weakest fight.
I am no longer your minion,
Your second in command
for I have seen,
the many things
on which you grow.
With each passing day,
your claws are loosened,
and I can breathe again.
With each passing hour,
your hold on me falters
for I am and always have
fought against your dominance.
As you lose complete control…
I stumble,
and you regain your courage
which envelops my everything
and once again
I lose the weakest fight.
We become stronger together,
our stable union
stays,
as you play your part
in the ever-elusive game
of my self-deprivation.