You're not listening to me

In his prison the creature lies, curled in one dark corner, his monstrous head hidden in his arms, moaning inside, questioning his sad condition, too much tortures in this pitiful life, slowly answers arise, one goal becomes clear, he soon firmly believes what has to be done for his survival, he's gonna stand up and run to retrieve his long lost life, he learns to know himself and his determination grows stronger, he feels proud of his beliefs, this gives him strenght to fight the corrupted minions who will restlessly assault him, the journey begins at an unsteady pace, downs and lows, night sleeping on damped grass protected behind trees and bushes, a fire in a meadow to warm his bruised body and help raised his moral, he runs under the rain, on inhospitable lands, the sky above his head, matching the toughness around, the blows are roughs and frequents but somewhat he manages to keep his will sturdy as he gains knowledge, abilities along his journey, he begins to have an incoercible faith in the rightness of his deeds, with one utmost goal in mind, always going forward, this is courage!

i could cry

(credits : "opening" shadow of the beast)