Unearth

Convictions.
Lost direction.
Once a fielded dream,
controlled by the heat within,
cold could not withstand pressure to keep the sky in my hand.
Now a failing breeze grabs a hold and pulls me down.
Hands have turned to clay gripping the hope that lives inside.
I move on praying for a way to save my own will.
Time falls whisked away with each breath I take.
Falling into time.
A waste, an endless torture sealing a fate of nothing.
Dark times how do I conquer a life now chains.
Go onward is the only method.
Forget the pain and face our progression on.
Survival is vital.
In pain we succeed.
How did I lose my convictions?
Lost direction.
Try to find a hold.
Certain steps are led astray.
Seems no other space.
Forcing me out there's not enough time.
Now it's time to bring all I know to help me win.
Efforts have gone to hell.
Crushing my will to act as the lead.
Failed. Fault. Lost.
Now climb.