Facing the final trial
My feet begin to slow
Facing the final trial
My mind loses its control
Facing that which is inevitable
My legs begin to break
Forcing myself to lose this battle
My hands begin to quake
Facing the force that is unbreakable
My will turns to dust
Realizing the futile struggle
My spirit has been crushed
Facing what we all know to be true
I begin to beg anew
Lost humanity through and through
I pray unto you
Facing problems old and new
Fighting feebly to find something good
I turn to friends and family,
Even to something i know is untrue
Without the final results
I begin to face these problems again
With nothing certain and things being strange
I fight on! knowing there is nothing to be changed
