Rainy days would usually leave me afraid, But today I thought it would be best for me and fear to part ways, I once had the mind of a slave, until I sharpened my mind like an iron blade, that I now use to slay the evil at bay, a weak mind is easy to find still alive,  but ironically they say only the strong survive, I  must admit my thoughts are at fault, for me not fighting the fight that I fear I already lost, but the wolves were once sheep and the strong were once weak, so I can't help but think there's hope for me.....Â