Hallow echo
It's about to be the realist it's ever been
The gong is struck ringing the beginning of the end
All the want to succeed all the desire to win
Is being replaced by the final pretend
Whatever dream you had whatever felt this bad
It grabs you like a fad in all that you hoped you would have had
It's gone, its dust its mist its rusted away
The sun is setting it's the end of the day
No time to cry know when to play
Those moments are memories and there fading away
You could shiver in the night
You could ask for another fight
But you couldn't even handle it when there was light
So how you going to handle walking by faith and not by sight
You could pray for the rest
Or choose to run after the best
You can pound on your chest and demand another test
But the bell is about to ring
The angle of death is about to sing
And you're about to learn the hardest lesson
No one owes you a thing.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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