What do you see when you’re looking at me? Do I look like a warrior to you?
No? Whys that?! Cause I wear no armour, Cause you see no shield?        
Because I’m not riding out to the battlefield?

My armour is the knowledge that when I get knocked down, I will rise again stronger than before.
My shield is my determination that I won’t be defeated, each knock makes me believe it more.

I fight a battle that you can’t see, a battle that resides within me,
An incurable disease that I know wants to beat me,
A battle called IBD.