Gifted to the waiting masses Grasping for air as you fall and tumble Losing your breath as you scramble and bumble Tightly they hold on Clawing and biting Meek and quite humble You bend to their will The demons they muster Desperate to have you Invasive they snatch You kick with your heels Forcing them back They will not defeat you Resting for once Until they attack Scared They will return Catching you napping Stealing your dreams Riding on your back Out of the darkness A glimmer of hope Changing your thoughts Life must go on Supported in some way By those who surround you Cared for and safe You can move forwards Don't drop your guard Until they have left you alone Let him who is sane Cast the first stone Madness is out there Waiting in ambush One out of four Succumbs to his force Rest easy my friend Guided by knowledge Each day will arrive Just like the last. AGL
