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.
