Defeat

Crushing defeat, failure beneath my feet. How will I rise to my feet . . . broken, I am on my knees. Failure hits my heart like a knife piercing through my skin, like a fire removing flesh Believe me, there is hell on earth There is no rising sun today, only black thick clouds covering my soul. Fighting the storm in my head playing a familiar song "you can't win " the drumming grows louder each time the voice sings 'you can't win" I have given my pain wings to fly. Only defeat can hear me cry I am praying for the rising sun to remove the darkness from my eyes so I can hear the glory of the morning singing a new song of hope ..."I shall win" defeat will die The sun will rise I will smile.