Find My Way Home Poem by joses tirtabudi

But even if the cold and dark does come - and I find myself alone
I promise - I'll always find my way home.
Whether it be on my knees in my time of need
Up rugged rocky hills; over long endless fields
Or swinging swords with muscles taught
Through ruined forts that the enemy caught
I'm going to make it somehow, some way
No matter the pain: tis greater gain - I'll make it there one day
Where many have started and few finish
The road of toil littered with bodies of those diminished
These highs and these lows - the relentless foe
The darkest depths of my soul where my demons go
Mocking calls and jests twill not break my will
Call what opposition you will - I march forwards still
Hence will I with all my heart, mind, and might - try
And in this my dilemma will I not die.
I will find my way home with or without you
I'll go all the way I've chosen- even if I make it alone
I will not die though the fire doth at length try
And though the heavens let fly and hell rains out the sky
I will make it home - weary though I may be
I will make it to my resting place though it kill me