The Human Condition
THE HUMAN CONDITION
DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME
MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK
BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION
A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH
I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT
UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE
I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY
WITHIN ME
UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING
AS IF TO TEST MY WILL
I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN
FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW
MAY NEVER FADE
WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS
IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION
BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL
AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION
MY HUMAN CONDITION
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