• My spirit craves airborne dogfights,
    Yet it craves the style of Shotokan Karate.
    My spirit wants to destroy with a tank,
    Yet it wants to hack with a sword.
    It wants to send all in its way into oblivion,
    Yet it limits its insanity only to its rivals.
    It was taught that size dosen’t matter,
    Was taught to never give in.
    It was taught to follow its heart, to follow its dreams.
    It believes in war, peace and revolution.
    It believes that everyone and everything has a purpose.
    And to the best of its abilities, it will keep a promise to a friend.
    It refuses to give up hope,
    And turns its attention towards the skies.
    It will challenge all in its way of reaching its goal.

    For my spirit is that of a fighter.