The defeat
With the blackest night and the greyest grey,
The stormiest storm and the rainiest day.
With the emptiest heart that’s full of pain,
I break some more as I’m filled with shame.
With a heart that beats an unwilling beat,
I will myself on. I WILL defeat.
It’s night at day and it’s night at night.
I pray to God but he can’t make it right;
You can’t make a wrong right when it insists on staying wrong.
I know the right but it’s the wrong that belongs.
The right is unwelcome and the wrong embraced.
Why do you take comfort in that once happy place?
What can I do when I can’t do what I want?
I want to do what I want, want, WANT.
Can’t you see you’re not wanted here?
You fill my everything with nothing but fear.
You take control, you take complete charge,
But I want control and I NEED to take charge.
You’re fast paced slowness isn’t welcome here,
So run along and run like the tear
That you cause to fall down my cheek
Like the body you make become weary and weak.
You will not beat me, I’ll win this race
So run, run, run at your fastest pace.
In the blackest night and the greyest grey,
The stormiest storm and the rainiest day.
In the emptiest heart that’s full of pain,
I WILL NOT break . I WILL NOT be filled with shame.
My heart will no longer beat the unwilling beat
I will myself on. I WILL defeat!
