Don't Resist

I guess you're right

And I can't fit.

I should just admit

That this is not my fight.

In the end, we all come down,

So I won't resist and bow.

The strength of will,

The forlorn hill,

Not destined to be reached,

The wall that ought to be breached

Just won't give way,

But hey, that's OK.

It's fine where I stand

With you, hand in hand,

Fallen down to this

Brightly lit abyss.