A Martyr's Journey

Forever, is the focus, we’ve put on these dreams
Sometimes we have to ask ourselves, is it worth it?
Is all this worth it? I can’t be put to blame, for any of this
It feels too good to runaway. I can’t just runaway
In desolation, I pick myself up everyday
How the hell am I standing here?
And who had the say to spit me from the womb into this world?
I know I’m a martyr, I’m not asking for sympathy
I have my life to live. The standards that I have are my own
I won’t, I can’t join in. This is for me
Few have tried so hard to reignite the blaze
We’ve held in our hearts for so long
But those days are all long gone
We will live our lives, because the one this world
Has been living for us makes us sick inside
Now I push these stones to you
Take them from my chest and let the sight return to my eyes
Let the air return to my lungs
Take these things, that I carry, and let them push onto you
Now you can feel the weight that I’ve carried, for years