Firmum Retineamus
With invisible chains to bind my mind
and unseen pains to tie my soul,
you knock me down, but you will find
I’ll rise again to take the toll.
And with each strike I’ll stronger be,
more determined than ever to win the fight!
You think your pains are weakening me,
but soon your bark will meet my bite!
Though sail is not stronger than fiercest wind,
and may fail in mighty storm,
unlike canvas, needled and pinned,
I grow stonger when I’m torn.
No matter how long the darkest night,
My inner battle will be won,
Nor how fierce the demons I must fight,
I’ll toil til my work is done.
You think I’ll give up in the end,
That I will never last,
But when you’ve left, defeated, my friend,
I’ll be right here, steadfast!