Surgical strike, how sharp the knife?
Where�s the point? I�ll tell you where
It�s buried deep, I do not care
I watch it ebb, the life-blood flow
The reason why? I do not know
I�m heading down; this one is steep
No steady arm to balance keep
Let me slide, to deeper place
To rest my head and hide my face
Defeated now, I lay down low
I want no other place to go
Too tired to fight, I�ve run this race
Tested, failed, can�t keep the pace
For one who used to fly so high
The end, for me, an unheard sigh.
