There are three types of bravery
Persistance,Sacrifice, and Forced
Two are ones made of the heart
One is truly an act of the cowardly
 
I've had my fair share of each and every one
I've gone on
I've protected one and shredded my heart, soul, and body to pieces
And i've decieved one, because i made them think their safety was key
 
But now, today, on the brink of the edge
Knowing that nobody will be there to catch me if i fall
I understand i am strong
That i would embrace cowardice if i didnt hold on
 
The Dauntless never die, and that must be me
I'm suprised that i could step away so easily
I've gone through hell and back, with failure to succeed
So persitance-like bravery, must drive me to the person i want to be