Fighting red blazing fires rushing as I reach for blue lushing water, as I reach fo stop the shooting sharp pain go through my blood veins, I keep fighting.

I keep fighting, racing to find the gold light rushing inside my gold hands showing my gold light to catch new fire, to catch new flames igniting in my black soul to create a new blue butterfly.

Flying from branch to branch, embracing the new me that is laughing, that is fighting for my gold lion to roar, that is fighting for the end of these horrific sharp pains.

Fighting, racing, running, catching to find my own gold light, sticking up for the one where I love myself inside and out, the one where I am happy, and the one where I no longer feel black stabbing pains instead my heart is beating faster as gold lights spreads to my hands.