I walked, the road was only mine
And the weight of the world beat on my flesh
The pain was only the shadow of what I am not
Yet still, I went

Life dragged me, with no questions, no answers
It was a thread in the wind, it was a nameless gesture
The strength I seek does not come from the hands
It comes from the abyss that dwells in the chest
It comes from the void that fills and consumes

And I, who was never whole
I realized that being is made in the tear
In the gap, in the fissure
And in the ability to endure

Time, which seems distant
Is the very struggle
And I, wounded, do not give up
I simply endure

I don't know if I am the man I wanted to be
Or if I am the anguish the world created in me
But I know that, somehow
My strength is the mirror of that which I cannot deny:
Resistance

I am what remains
I am what persists
What rises, even if it falls
What remakes itself, even if it breaks
Because I cannot stop being