Does Life Hang On a Tiny Tread

Does life hang on a tiny thread, haven't many been misled? Discouraged? One needs the courage to achieve the impossible! Decry fate, never fling your sword to wound a moribund soul already bleeding; control your irrepressible rage, doesn't healing begin when reasoning is finally deployed? Does life hang on a tiny thread as the breath, our lungs exhale? Would one prefer the silence of Haden, over the freedom of choices, or vale yourself as a worthless martyrdom that is simply a deplorable word? Has your bottle run out of rum... realizing your sin is unforgiven? Does life hang on a tiny thread when one succumbs to unfounded fears, and mutters the words of a drunk? Cowardice and valor don't match a bit, look deep down and see how you have sunk, no hands can lift you out of that abyss; never dismantle the steel armor you have wrought: victory is not attained without bloodshed!