One of the beasts
Of my existence
Has been cowardice
A disease
I consider it as such
Though it can be cured
But the procedure
Can be too much
For the man inflicted
And the necessary
Moves to make
To rise atop
Higher than you have ever stood
And the changes
Needed being made
The mirror can appear
As a shallow grave
But burying yourself into it
May be the only way
And face the face
That has continually ran astray
From the moments
Where you were needed most
By the people who have given you
Silos of love
And vast fields of trust
So I am finished
With this curse I have set
Upon myself
This will all be undone
And I will stand taller
Then any mountain to ascend
I am the answer
To bringing this way of life
To a fatal end
Face to face
I stare into my eyes
And strive for forgiveness
To myself
And all the lies
The reasons I have justified
To get fast on my feet
And run and hide
The man I see
Knows just what he has done
And will do whatever is possible
To keep all of that
In my rearview
Having faith that the road ahead
Drives a man who stands
And never lets this coward
Act in the same way again
