Human Spirit

I find myself in a time of trouble,
I’m left alone to face the scoundrels,
I feel the world fighting me with rage.

Tearing me down, bringing me to rubble,
Taking more, never feeling full,
They keep me trapped in my cage.

I’m feeble and no longer have the power,
To fight back and to do what is right,
I feel the world fighting me with rage.

And here I lie in my darkest hour,
Waiting for my life to turn to night,
While they hold me trapped in my cage.

I weep alone remembering how they smile,
Their innocence and loving nature,
As the world fights me with rage.

And my job, to protect them from the vile,
World, and protect their future,
While they hold me trapped in my cage.

I will never see their faces with fragile eyes,
It is my strength as their father,
To fight the world with rage.

As my father before me, disappointed and sighs,
Just a knock off copy of my father,
Trapping me in my cage.

No more, here I must stop, here I stand,
And with no strength I stand to fight,
As I fight the world with rage.

With blinding sight and calm rage I stand,
Against those who turn to my twilight,
As I break free from my cage,

I feel feeble as I tremble with rage,
I stand fists clinched with rage,
I fight the world with relentless rage.