I once thought I could be the wind
Flowing through you all, being what you lack
But now I’m just the ice
Pulling you down as I start to crack

Conquer and destroy
What was once a soul
Burn and burry
So I can pay my toll

Passion burns me to my core
Fear traps me into place
Standing up to fight is rare
Yet I just stop and leave the race

Stumble, trip, fall
Leaning against a wall
Crumbled down, and crawl
Staggering down the hall
Listening to death’s call
About to lose it all