Every day I fail to be
A winner, victor- Woe is me,
I lay with comfort in the rain
I speak, I fall; I rise in shame

My actions bring forth great demise
My lying tongue’s false alibis,
I pray for strength yet fail to try
I cross my heart and gouge my eyes

The storm clouds pour upon my head
With thorns and rocks I make my bed,
Free me from these chains that bind-
The coldness stains upon my mind

I freeze in flames yet drown in fire
The bread I eat makes me grow tired,
I do not cry; I lack the tears
I cannot stand up to my fears

A fear of failing is my name
A life of grief, I have no blame,
Born to wallow in the sun
I have no strength to overcome

I must rise and claim my soul!
I will loosen Death’s fierce hold,
Even though the path is glass
I’ll make my mark upon his back

You cannot win if you don’t try
You cannot see with blinded eyes,
You cannot find if you won’t seek
No one will know if you don’t speak

Tell the world and spill your words
A whispered voice will not be heard
Without the rain, we will not bloom
Send your pain into its tomb...

...and try again