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

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

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

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