you are an overcomer.

and even in the midst of a thousand fiery foes,
you are a conqueror.

although your clothes are singed and ragged,
at your side you carry with you a sword made of the finest steel,
sharp enough to penetrate even the toughest of shields.

you are weary, but not asleep.
you are beaten, but not broken.
you are crushed down, but not destroyed.

the war is not yet over,
and your name has been called out
and written down as the victor
even before it began.

this is your time.
this is your place.

you will bear witness as the enemies fall all around you,
you will rise up above the ashes,
you will walk through the remnants of the slain.

woven tightly and deeply
into the very fibers of your being,

you were born to fight.
you were born to win.