Falling in the midst of a degrading fault
Thinking of all causes that were bought
Saluting a plague that brought you down
Now, you feel no choice of wearing a crown
Being a voice to hold a might of a fight
Bringing a force to sweep your enemy without using your light
Having a heart full of choices to help those in need
Not knowing how to help but always feeling those who should receive
Being a note of life to be a chance of a standing time
Holding a fist to stand for the sun that do not shine
Still you fall out of quality because you did not take those steps
Time caught up to you and now; you are out of breathe

@Virtue
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