Plateau

Wishful thinking for inclination 
Towards better days 
Whilst walking this plateau 
Level land is all I see and 
Only way off is a plummet 
Hundreds of feet to the ground 

Stuck in this limbo 
Between better and worse 
Between dying to live 
And living to die 

My map shows a way off 
But it’s hundreds of feet above 
Wishful thinking for inclination
Goes unheard and I’m stuck 
Always starring at what could be 

I fail to get the higher ground 
Life beat me it throws rocks 
Uncovered they pelt me 
Bleeding now life drinks 
Blood in celebration 
Success in torture and torment 

I’ve got stone blocks for feet 
So much energy is exerted 
To make a single step 
But I barley move ahead 

The wind blows against my face 
No matter which way I turn 
Every step is followed by 
An immerse focus on balance 

My map shows a way off 
But it’s hundreds of feet above 
Wishful thinking for inclination
Goes unheard and I’m stuck 
Always starring at what could be 

I fail to get the higher ground 
Life beat me it throws rocks 
Uncovered they pelt me 
Bleeding now life drinks 
Blood in celebration 
Success in torture and torment 

The suns warmth reminds me 
That there’s hope left for me 
Though the heat will burn me 
I’ll believe there’s hope left for me 

There’s hope left for me 
There’s hope left for me 
There’s hope left for me 
There’s hope left for me 

As life casts stones at my face 
I’ll continue to turn the other cheek 
I’ll prove that I’m really alive 
And that I have control of my life 

Metalcore