I never sat down to write an "anthem". I'm usually a much different kind of intense. It starts with my father. For most of his life, and mine, his heart was locked, dead. He had demons inside, he was always fighting himself�and me.

I was afraid of him. He expected me to be perfect. He expected me to carry the responsibilities and the maturity of an adult even though I was a child. He didn't care to know my feelings, why would he, he never had any feelings of his own...

We were not always close, as we are now.

My childhood taught me discipline, responsibility, dedication, sacrifice, work ethic, and many more very strong things.

But life has a way of giving you what you need.

You use those strengths to cover a weakness, life breaks that cover down. It brings you face to face with yourself and demands that you chose. Will you give in? Will you erase your existence? Or will you fight to live?

And they don't give medals or throw parades for those victories, but it's the hardest thing to achieve.

"Cuz you're the ocean, I'm Amelia Earhart,
You're the fire then I'm Joan of Arc."

It's defiant. Yes, I know that Amelia Earhart died by the ocean, and Joan of Arc died by fire. That's precisely the point. Aren't we all dying? We are..from the moment we're born, we begin to die.

But those brave women are remembered because they lived unafraid and unashamed. Certainly not the same as the rest.

I don't want to get too intense here�we barely know each other. I guess maybe a "Battle Cry" can only come from somewhere like that. I'd give you an easier story if I had one�

Thanks for listening�means the world.

Lv, Scar