I am an army,
I am of trillions of microorganisms,
I am of cells working to keep me alive,
I am of living, pumping, and breathing organs.

I am an army,
I am a complete and independent world,
I am a being of choices and decisions,
I am filled with thoughts and ideas and dreams.

I am an army,
I am powerful,
I am enough,
I am all I'll ever need.

I am designed to survive,
I am meant to be free.

I know I am.

So tell me,
How did I crumbled?
Why did I surrendered?
What had made me knelt?

I've pondered for a while,
And the answer had made me rile,
In the face of an enemy, I can strike.
In the face of another army, I can war.

But how I could I have lifted my hands?
How could I have wielded my sword?
Sound the alarm? Or raise my shield?

It's the same hands that I let you hold longer than anyone has,
The same swords we sharpened together,
The same shield I let you study.

It wasn't because I knew you could've break through them all,
It was because I would've let you.