With death and hate as far as my eyes can see and every anchor of pain and self-deat chained to me, I laugh in failures face and I throw it away. The hell that I've paid is nothing compared to the monster that I face and sometimes it seems I haven't learned anything, but I'll die before I let this world bury me. I'm breaking away from pain and self-defiance. I've found my way in faith and self-reliance. And I can say I stood to face the giant. But if I die, at least I'll die a lion.