A Hero's Birth

What is this thing lost to dream and dust
Lost to mem'ry, feeling, passion, and thought
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This thing … it has hands, feet, even has a face
This thing … lost to tides of time … is me
… but who am I … who is this forgotten thing
… I should be a hero … no … that's not right
…I need to become a hero … the hero
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I remember … shadows … feelings... maybe thoughts
I remember... I remember the Nightmare
sculpted into flesh … sculpted into thought
sculpted into the perfection of pain
The Nightmare … place … person … maybe
It wasn't a dream … I wasn't asleep
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He killed me … the nightmare killed me!
It tried to rebuild my mind, heart, body
rebuild me into a weapon … the weapon
But in that goal, he failed, he had to fail
he had to fail for his goal is destruction
and that destruction must come to all
including the wretched Nightmare himself
so even if it wins, it still loses
so even if it rises triumphant, it loses
for to gain all it longs for is to lose
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But how to get there… how do I win?
I face the Nightmare and I am ... me
How do I win against that! How do I live!
How do I rise as triumphant as the sun!
I don't have that kind of strength … I need more
….
Now I remember! Yes! I can find the strength!
I have the chance to find the strength!
My work is not done, it has just begun.
I've been given a gift from on high
and I shall take that gift and I will fight
I will cast off the chains of hell and rise up!
I will scour every part of the land
I will find my power! I will find my strength!
and I will not rest until I've won