Warrior

Down in the dirt, with mud on my hair

Consistently falling as I try climbing these stairs

Strength leaving my body, hope leaving my soul

I feel so lonely though I know I'm not alone

These raindrops are getting heavier as time passes by

Is heaven crying for me? Or do clouds have a pity eye?

I am so exhausted from all my trials and attempts

Now I am visualising my future, a film without content

Been screaming and yelling and begging for help

But my mouth isn't moving, a man with a story to tell

Fighting everyday from these chains that bound me

Just a little pill, waiting till it kicks in

Trying to call but he wouldn't pick up the phone

So many voice messages left after the tone

Do I have a target on my back that I can't see?

Do I let go by attempting to touch the bottom of the sea?

Wasn't where I was supposed to be

Saw what I wasn't supposed to see

Thought what I wasn't supposed to think

Now fighting a battle I'm not sure I can win

But still I try to get up on my feet

Taking everything I have with me to try and succeed

Sole of my feet, all cracked and diseased

Yet somehow a little glimpse of movement, one feet

But warriors aren't those who win all their battles

But those who keep loosing and yet stand in full throttles

But nobody addressing the most left out detail

Most warriors who failed spent their life fighting battles they bought in retail.

And I bought a lot, in stock I didn't ask for

And I kept receipts to remind myself of my failures

In my thought, on my shoulder, a secrets that hurts

Things I need to address if I want to move on

Things I need to stop to grasp this freedom

Waiting for help from someone who calls me his son.