Last Stance

By: Tim

How do we get a grip
When feeling ourselves slip
Trip, over an obstacle
An object physically or symbolically
In this thing called life

We need to interject
Speak to ourselves
To put us atop that topshelf
Are we in need of help
On this road to recovery
Will we know victory

Can we live free
Amongst the latest discovery
Only if we knew the answer
But do we even know the question

Soaring like the eagle
Is where we need to be
Making it to the top of these peaks
This is what we should seek
In this thing called life

Through all this strife
This is why we must strive
To be alive
Exhibit our strength
No weakness exists

That's why I must insist
Find the positive
In a negative state
For we truly control our fate
We out the masters of our world

We shall never fold
Live to be bold
Our lives are no game of cards
Nor of chance
We need to be prepared for our
Last Stance