5th shot fired.

I stand alone once more
just the way I knew I would be.

The truth is out.

No longer something I carry
on my own.

If I was worth fighting for
why did it take this long
for you to want to?

A chance for conversation.

Would you deny me again?

I'm fighting...
fighting to make sure
I do not get backed into
the corner again
as I stand here alone
again...