Working toward success,
I have fought against the crowd,
With only two or three dear friends
Who care to help me now.

After years of my resistance,
I was beaten to my knees,
Wondering, with heavy heart,
What next awaited me.

Mind you, it wasn’t easy
To fight this girl into her state,
I have fought back with all I’ve got
To delay this awful fate.

Although I’m down here under you,
I have not given up.
A little more than what you’ve done
Would still not be enough.

I will fight back up to my feet,
And work my way up top.
And through the force of my own will,
This torture will soon stop.