Head Held Low
Head held low
Arms held high
My heart will slow
And I will die
Maybe not today
Maybe not tomorrow
But if one day is earned
Then another day is borrowed
The stories add up
And I’m the equation
There are ghosts haunting my mind
This is the invasion
Invasion of space
Invasion of privacy
If you could see what I can see
You’d pray for vitality
My arms are high
My head is low
You can see it in my stride
Probably more than you’ll ever know
I have a hollow center
I am a trembling shell
I hide behind these walls
Inside this comfort zone, I rebel
Against you, against me
Against faith, against humanity
Against all who stand by idly
Against everyone with vanity
Armored with thick skin and scars
I walk this path alone
It boils within my center
It chills me to my bones
I am aware of my surroundings
I am aware of my breath
Hot on cold in the frigid air
I glance to the right, I look to the left
No ones there beside me
I stand alone
With my arms held high
And my head held low
