View Of A Loser

Grounded and depressed
Is my feelings when I lose
Like a farmer who wets his plant
Only for it get blown and washed away

My heart sinks into my stomach
Failure hits me hard like a rock
Weakened on my knees
Eyes are raining for my lost mission

Nurturing my wounded heart,
Seconds,minutes,minutes,hours,days are all counting
For the loss weighs me down
Giving me a full stop on my journey

I mote not win again
That's what I think so I have to quit
'Cause I can't press on again
I am weak,drained 'cause I lose

I have got missions that aren't stoppable
Missions that are laudable
So I rethink,I have no reason to quit
But I have to stand up and warm up

To rise from knees to my feet
And restrategise my plans
More stronger and more realistic
I have to take my fall as a call
I am not a loser until I breathe no more