Everyday I'm fighting in a war and sometimes i lose battles and sometimes I win battles . When the pressure sets In and I have to keep on fighting sometimes I wonder why am I fighting in the first place and why do things seems so hard to me anyway,
I think back on past battles and sometimes I look at my naked body and I observe the scars ... I have so many scars in different places but the ones I'm most ashamed of are the scars on my face because those are the scars that stare back at me, those are the scars that ask why me why did the war have to take away my beauty , why did the war have to leave me dissapointed and afraid on so many days , so many tears fell so many swords were broken .
But I always remember my Hero because ya know I have never won a battle by myself matter a fact he is the one who gave me my sword and he taught me how to fight. He is the one who always saves the day so when I call on him I know that I am safe and I am no longer afraid. He is my savior and he loves me so deeply I could never thank him enough for he knows everything about me and he warns me of battles to come . He is love he is peace and he is hope he is the reason that I keep pressing on . He also told me that this war has already been won.
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