A speck of light we've been chasing, far away, 'haps not worth taking, this constant hail of blindside blows. It scrapes away at flesh and will, lingchi like, seeks to kill. Our actions become causes of none, Realize! What matters is what's done. Let the blows pierce skin and bone, dig deep within & find what we've known. These hordes of fate can wound and maim, our hope, that speck we'll claim, for we were born of courage and tears, valkyrie blessed warriors!