I Often Find Myself Digging Down When Trying To Climb

Is it my fault why I see world like I do?

Is it my fault for watching my dreams fall through?

I don't expect anything to better

My passion for life is like the British weather

Grey and murky with occasional flashes of light

The only flash I want to see is the bullet flying towards my sight

Does death scare me... I simply can't tell

I was told to cherish life, though their words are just spells

Daredevil at heart... I was never afraid at the start

Fear is imbedded in the mind from the role models in your life

Gently moulded into the character you become

I was taught to listen... Now I listen much...