I’m not in the saving business. I don’t wear a uniform or a cape.
So why do they expect me to be their escape?
All the glory-seeking, ego and showboating, I’m past.
So why can’t I find a peace that will last?
Pain is nearly constant; the damage has been great.
All the sacrifices, the heartache and drama… is this my fate?
Resist as I might, life is swallowing me whole.
My willpower gone, energy shot and I’m circling the bowl.
Its constant barrage of punches knocked me down to the mat.
Yet for some reason, I’m too stupid to stay where I’m at.
So persevere and endure and pray for strength I must.
I won’t need, can’t think, don’t trust.
Faith in all but God is at zero.
Who saves the reluctant hero?