This life might as well be death
Reaching out while I’m slipping in
My flames tended by frost’s breath
Is a battle with myself one I’ll win?
From the ashes, you can hear their call
Dying embers whisper to the shadows
Met with silence, yet still they crawl
Fervently climbing, despite all woes
Somewhere deep within my own darkness
As fear discourages, my greed entices
Chained, I begin to fall to the ground
Yelling out, yet seemingly making no sound
Hope and terror begin to mix as one
Marching forth, a war must be won
Innate desire ruling over this land
Everything shared between few hands
Complacency rises out to consume me
Quickly fading to grey with the faceless mass
Ignorance cages us, sheep are all we’re meant to be
Taking one more breath, though it may be my last
Oh, will you answer the lion’s roar
Doom’s on its way, soon at your door
Are you truly willing to take much more
Take one final chance, help end this war
For aren’t others worth fighting for?