I feel as if I have been taken down by the hands of those who know no bounds. From deep misery, I am left pleading down on my knees. I have taken a hard life beating, but I must get back up on my feet. I am two steps ahead, but I feel the warm breath of something evil breathing down my sweaty neck. I can hear its beck and call, but I'm holding on and won't turn around. If I do, I feel I will lose this race. I pray for a little help from up above and soon feel a quickening of my pace. As I stand alone between here and there, I begin to believe I will rise above. Yes, maybe, this time, I will.