iron heart

it takes you under by a slow sweep,
knocks you down further as you weep,
this desire turns into pain,
selfish temperance ends without gain,

this is the tragedy of many men,
falling again and again and again
though you hope for light to hold,
the heart is weak and the world is cold

those that fall may stay down,
others beat the body off the ground,
the dark and secretive acts remain,
enslaving the soul like a ball and chain

who will rise up?
who can resist?
these ravenous rages do persist,

this flesh that holds a soul inside,
soft and peach yet so unkind
is a prison that holds rooted lies
shielding itself from invisible eyes

here is one who longs to be loved,

though the way to freedom is abusively shoved

unready, never right,
like a soldier unprepared to fight
courage only placed in some later time
for some other mountain or some other climb

but few are those who's hearts are pure,
filled with sin they hope for a cure,
live by faith and never let go,
are led blindly despite the darkest low

heart of iron,
despair deferred,
strength of a lion
spirit undeterred.