In a matter of time, all the hopes and dreams,
Seem to vanish into thin air, like the smoke kissing my lips,
What i was and what I could be,
What have I become, is this me?
A smile I embrace, over the agony inside,
When they say I failed and I wasted my life,
It’s too late, they say, all my dreams have died,
But I made my choices, I thought were right,
And I fell like a warrior; I did not run away,
But too many a failures, too many falls,
I did not die, although I have wanted it at times,
I have wanted to wipe out all the guilt and shame,
But I don’t want them to write my name,
Was I not courageous, or was I too weak?
Was I just a fool, for the way I bleed?
I fight back in silence, as the days go by,
I sleep in hunger, my broken dream’s price,
I hold myself up, I laugh for your comfort,
Future is bleak, but I fumble, I trudge,
In the deadness of my world, silence be heard,
And now if you want, you can call me a failure,
In my darkened days, there is still light within,
For one day, my friend, I will win.
