Too dull to shine or too bright to put off
Too weak to stand up or too strong to knock out
I stand amid the shadow of my fears
Holding my cup of cold clotted tears
My strength doubts my superlative skill
I have lost my feel, I miss my will
A fiery emptiness runs throughout
Nothing anymore makes me proud
I no more remain defiant, I do not debate
Thus play the fool of my own fate
Now I run the race but no more win
I am just another sculpture of my kin
Still I seek the consent of my destiny
That in spite of such painful scrutiny
To lend me a chance to rise again
To search and claim for my share of terrain
Humbling myself before none but Creation
Hoping for myself another resurrection
My fears will tread no more my ways
For in them I lost the best of my days
It is easy to fall, to make it easier to rise
Every time when life takes me by surprise
I will never leave my valor complaining
And so turn every end into a new beginning.
