the Fight (part one)
The sun doth shine but I see not
lost in heart and in thought
wanting more then pain and sorrow
lost I search kindness borrow
alone alone is what I feel
dark and down cold as steel
reach I grasp at what I yearn
kicked and punched at every turn
strong in stature big and tall
heart is broken feel so small
alone I am darkness takes
empty now my heart so aches
hold on me I can't break free
all around I look I see
who alone can loss these bonds
wrapped around so tight and strong
free at last to which I fight
bite and claw towards the light
the mask I ware to none it seems
can see the fight inside of me
so I fight alone courage past
will not take will not last
I alone will fight I must
or will crush me into dust
plea to gods are never there
answer none seems not fare
as I sit bound with chain
struggle must my mind is sane
break free break free I so ponder
chains of hell grow ever stronger
escape somehow but must I die
cold and limp here I lye
soft and shallow my heart beats slow
death is coming black as coal
I cry in pain I am dejected
never again to be erected
tears fall silent down my face
seem to me I've lost the race
by Ryan Packham
lost in heart and in thought
wanting more then pain and sorrow
lost I search kindness borrow
alone alone is what I feel
dark and down cold as steel
reach I grasp at what I yearn
kicked and punched at every turn
strong in stature big and tall
heart is broken feel so small
alone I am darkness takes
empty now my heart so aches
hold on me I can't break free
all around I look I see
who alone can loss these bonds
wrapped around so tight and strong
free at last to which I fight
bite and claw towards the light
the mask I ware to none it seems
can see the fight inside of me
so I fight alone courage past
will not take will not last
I alone will fight I must
or will crush me into dust
plea to gods are never there
answer none seems not fare
as I sit bound with chain
struggle must my mind is sane
break free break free I so ponder
chains of hell grow ever stronger
escape somehow but must I die
cold and limp here I lye
soft and shallow my heart beats slow
death is coming black as coal
I cry in pain I am dejected
never again to be erected
tears fall silent down my face
seem to me I've lost the race
by Ryan Packham
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