Ages spent offering the benefit of doubt when it wasn't even remotely warranted
The bottom of the hourglass has been filled
The death of my tolerance clawed into stone and rooted above my head
Misfortune stalked while
My life was given to a cause my peers just casually pursued
Integrity lost to the fruitful by the lack of such
You are forbidden to associate with me
Consistent persistence
Even though I'm not welcome in my own home
We smeared our blood across the frame, but they still knock
And stand at my stoop the way they do at my grave
A peer unaware that this means everything
That they mean nothing
A rock that doesn't chip the glass
As I break my arms to move this mountain
Burn my palms shielding this torch against the wind
Out run the stone back down back down
I need the crushing feeling to will me back to the top
To watch it all come down again
I'll watch it all come down again