A pit of despair embarks upon me.
Dragging me deeper, catching my breath.
Gasping for air, I grieve.
Clawing for space, I breathe.
It is only then that I notice my need,
That I find what I grieve,
That I need to succeed.
They heed my warning, yet stifle my cry.
It is only then that I begin to die.
Have I any life left?
Is this my end?
I have even yet to begin to win.
My strive is broken--broken beyond repair.
I see where this is going,
I see its end,
I now know how to win,
Toward the end I will begin.