Unemployed

My voice buried in the coffin of Fear.
I Feel Burdened like a weighted steer.

I found no comfort thru liquor, Wine or Beer.
So I begged for help with eyes full of tears.

My Pride is slain, while the Hyenas sneer.
This selfish world will devour everything your hold dear.

But I will rise again as I am destined for fame.
And with a Mighty will my fear will Disappear.