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