War cry

With the light
Came a great burden,
That can either burn us alive
Or make us fly.

To master this untammed fire
Is our lifelong fight.
I may use whatever tools I can find,
But first, I must open my eyes.

For my daily battle,
I chant my war cry.
Thank you Lord, for my life;
Thank you, for my fight.

Hayato

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley