Though the storm keeps blowing

Though the rain keeps flowing

I will grow old knowing

I led the fight

Though the days get colder

Though I've got no soldiers

I will not stop holding

My head upright

When my cries don't find an ear

I see the darker side of humanity

I feel it rise inside of me

My army of one will always fight for me

Though my mind is racing

With the bind I’m facing

I will not stop tracing

This masterpiece

Though my grip is failing

While the winds are wailing

I am not complaining

Still standing fierce