After the fire there’s the aftermath.
After consumption there’s else to be had
Because after the strife
There’s a spark of new life
And no matter how hard you fall
You always get up for the fight.
And you get up broken and bruised
But soon realize that you’re well and alive
And now that you’ve fallen you have to strike back.
Because when life comes at you as hard as it can,
You can readily counter attack
And stand against it without turning back.
After the chaos there is always rebirth.
And from you’re inner turmoil you’re always reborn.
So whenever you’re tired and stressed,
Whenever you’re fragile and depressed,
Seek out the warrior in you
And face all your fears to end the war soon.