Rise Poem by William Mowell

So I try to stand tall
With this quicksand below
I fear I might fall
Engulfed by the spiritless crow

Never to waiver in the face of danger
But unsure of where my loyalties stand
My friends are now strangers
This isn't what I had planned

I'm as strong as I want to be
But weak around them
They've ignored all my pleas
I've become one of the condemned

Condemned for the sins of the whole
An act of agression not made by me
The untruth of an unclean soul
I've been knocked down on my knees

I will stand back on my feet
Untill I can't get up anymore
I will not listen to liers deciet
I'll rise up until I'm dead on the floor

The war between friends and enemies
Once was a friend is no more
Cold is the crooked breeze
I'm not sure I can stand anymore