DOING IT THE HARD WAY

I was told that bigger men always walk the high way

That they take the tough road and get tougher themselves

That’s a well-constructed bridge of ultimate bull shit

There is no such thing as the high way for my kind

No such thing as getting tough on my path

All that’s ahead is grieve, weakness, pain and … yeah, more pain

Those who seek enlightenment in my ways are engulfed in the light

The shining star that is as bright as the morning sun

They say you see clearly in the light, how foolish and naive

The light is blinding and sight taking, the only clear path here is darkness

Trust me, I’ve walked it, I’ve seen it, there is only darkness to see

I was told from before the beginning that defeat lay ahead

Yet I strive to prove the wrong in wrongs wrong

How dare them then stand and tag me the faithless soul

I hold on to the things unseen and a hope unsure

Is that not great faith that should be made manifest in true form

They proclaim my fate to be death and destruction

And they want me to walk the walk of the big man and walk away

I know at the end of this road lies the hope of a broken rib

Smashed teeth and a shifted jaw accompanied by a bleeding heart

But a well-earned defeat defeats a borrowed or pitied given victory

So this is the path I have chosen to walk at least one last time

So in case you see this after I’m gone, please know that I chose this road myself

To attain a defeated victory and a victory in defeat

I am doing this the hard way… I’m fighting back. I’m fighting FATE!!!