Rise to the Occasion - The Old Dead Tree

I hate to gravel, to beg for help, to feel weak

I am not this kind of man

But I feel so lost

I watch my back

I’m used to managing my friend’s problems

I’m often considered

As an elder brother

I can’t tell what happened

It came so fast

A wind of dark feelings

Has blown my mind

I feel distraught

But Am I still able to

Rise to the occasion?

I feel distraught

But I have to fight for

I can’t do this anymore

This Life

But I can’t reach the shore

I feel like a stranger among friends:

Don’t trust me anymore!

I feel like a stranger among friends

Among

You!

It can’t be true

Even colours are dead

Just the cold in my head

Maybe it’s simply my time

I feel

To battle depression

So lost

I feel like a child

Lost in a mansion

I am here, lying on the floor

Pretending to ignore

Trying to forget my pain, to dive into the depths

To forgive my soul for bleeding my senses

To believe my own lies

Is the future a light shining in the dark?

I am not myself anymore

So far, so far is the shore

I just cannot even beg for more

How did my life stumble this way?

Everything seemed so strong

Everything went so wrong!

Take my pain away!

Please give me a life to live

I cannot stand to see myself agonising this way

I’m not this kind of man

Take my pain away

Help me rise to the occasion!