Beyond this carried failure Past what little hope we have and through great lengths we go to destroy Work to foster the festering fodder of our self pity and fail our selves
No. Give ourselves cause to stretch gasp and rise. we do reach above to grasp this
There is something there, something that we deny outside of our crippled reach
The cusp of something amazing we may never grasp
we must climb up, fists clenched fight our urge to relent
Beyond this carried failure Past what little hope we have and through great lengths we go to destroy Work to foster the festering fodder of our self pity and fail our selves
drenched in sweat remembering when our words held up what our lives can't be but strive to become