Waking up everyday with the weight of the world on my shoulders

And the face in the mirror getting older

The passion that once soldered me to action getting colder

And less bold, the steps I can't afford to make

Because I gambled on life and never had a chance

The race was fixed and I couldn't dance

Around the mines haphazardly glanced by a chance

And the flag that once shone but now limply dangles

And the pride that once fought, but is poorly mangled

And the legacy that burned so badly to be told

Is now watching herself writing while the doubt takes hold