I have nothing left to give,
everything is gone.
And yet I somehow have to live,
I must keep fighting on.
There is no hope for gentle days,
there will be no relief,
and I will become a blood-red haze;
the process won’t be brief.
Once again I gain my feet,
and stand to face the foe.
Once more into the breach, to meet
what I hope you never know.
I’m in a place past hope and fear;
please, GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Nothing left to give . . . and yet, Andrew, you keep on giving: wisdom, humor and your own unique viewpoint. Bless your soul!
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I have nothing left to give,
everything is gone.
And yet I somehow have to live,
I must keep fighting on.
There is no hope for gentle days,
there will be no relief,
and I will become a blood-red haze;
the process won’t be brief.
Once again I gain my feet,
and stand to face the foe.
Once more into the breach, to meet
what I hope you never know.
I’m in a place past hope and fear;
please, GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Nothing left to give . . . and yet, Andrew, you keep on giving: wisdom, humor and your own unique viewpoint. Bless your soul!