Self arrest
No one's coming
Hope is not a plan
No foe to best
Without place to rest
Grip on life, stalling
Darkened trees gaze as I fade
On earthen ground
My end has been made
Without or within
There's no time, one way out
I will not bend
Refusal to submit
To every trial lines the way
The only recourse
Force of will
Under skies of gray