THE HEART OF A FIGHTER

The heart of a fighter spells victory 
Raining fire and brimstone on his enemies 
With scars like stories etched on the skin,  
Each mark is a testament to the battles within.

His warrior's spirit, forged in the fire, 
The world's champions, even the gods, admire
He may stumble, but he rises again
Wiping away the blood and ignoring the pain.

The winds may howl, the storms may roar,  
But the heart of a fighter will seek to soar,  
Through valleys of doubt, through peaks of despair,  
His fighting spirit dispels all fears.

Like steel tempered strong in a searing heat,  
With grit in his veins, he conquers defeat,  
The heart of a fighter knows not when to yield,  
In the face of the struggle, he wields his shield.  

So here to the fighters, both silent and loud,  
The ones who rise, who make their hearts proud,  
With passion as armor and dreams as their spark,  
They illuminate paths that were once shrouded in the dark.  

Wilford Barker.