I won't acknowledge this defeat as a weakness of my own. I must absolve this trail of thought. I will never let it consume me. I've been here time & time before. I'm so close to the edge, afraid of letting it go. My fears dictate what I should believe. This can't be happening. Counting fleeting days, over & over again. Watching moments pass until the end. I'll watch the sun rise. This fued will subside, it cannot survive. Can you tell me how we've come so far (how did we get this far) without ever knowing who we are. How was I to know that it would turn out this way, & every step I've taken have all just been in vein & I should know that my heavy heart is in a phase that will never last forever. Oh I would wait for a lifetime just to watch you fade away. As the days, they turn to night, time will keep on passing by, & still this fued continues... I will stand tall. We will stand tall. Well death it beckons, but it won't find me. I will make my own path.