fate of my survival

come what may I will fight, I'm a guerilla I don't flight even at night, I don't loose sight,of my dreams that keeps on shinning the light upon my heart, like the moonlight coming out at night, my brain cought up in between a rock and a hard place, my heart is somewhere in a place like heaven where I begin to see inside my life thee insight of my vision lives on , and leads on to the end of the tunnel where I can see the light, flashing from afar, then I let go of my struggles and focus on the power inside my heart, which stimulates the passion to go forward....