The End to the Epic

As those days beat down on me I truly thought I was fearless, and now that I
realize I’m growing up.
I’m terrified.
Who has the upper hand, I tell myself again.
We are more than just creations.
We taught ourselves to sing so beautifully.
This song is a cry for help.
Is there anyone out there who feels the same way, am I all alone?
How foolish I know the feeling of being alone and this is not it,
for this is acceptable with time.
What have I made of myself and though it seems so long ago.
I want to be a kid again.
This is the action of growing up, growing older, growing old.
What good is man give me the heart of a child again.
Prove yourself.
I am relentless in all my actions.
I’ve found that I am growing tired of fighting these battles.
I’ve lost them all.
I will surely concede,
I am not afraid.