Tired

I grow tired
Breaking through
Walls of False hope
Still I fight
For the path that is true

The battle rages on
And my heart beats
There is still time
Ahead of the past
Where sky and ocean meet

Shedding false promises
Stepping out from the lies
Untrodden beyond the mist
He took my hand
With a promise the sun will arise

Stoic PoetryTired

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