Iron Rain

All the odds are against you.
This is a test of strength.
Will you contest till the end, or will you hang up the white flag?
So I ask myself, what if everyone you love was hanging by a thread but every
ounce of strength you have still won’t be enough, what can you do?
With all the pressure weighing down on you like iron rain, will you fail or
somehow pull them in?
The overwhelming self defeat, the promises I failed to keep, the ever growing
lack of faith consumes me and it can’t be undone.
I tried the best that I could but inside these walls it’s just never enough.
You could be leaving and I wouldn’t know.
As I think back to how it once was, the pressure was still there.
I was building myself up to watch it all fall but no one seemed to care because
they couldn’t see all the pressure weighing down on me like iron rain.
I just bit my tongue and hung my head.
The overwhelming self defeat, the promises I failed to keep, the ever growing
lack of faith consumes me and it can’t be undone.
I tried the best that I could but inside these walls it’s just never enough.
If I keep bending I will break.
If efforts not enough, I’ll keep bending till I break.
If efforts not enough then I’ll hang up the white flag