The Devil Wins

I feel myself accepting a fate I will never in my lifetime be happy with
But what choice to I have when it is the free will of another that dictates
I'll never give up, my motto etched in to my heart and soul
There is nothing anymore within to give to my battle
Anything left in me is just barely enough to wake up each day
Oh dear God trust that I am not nor will I ever be over you
There will never be another for me in all of eternity
Those words still hold true and will through all of heaven
And if this war becomes tangible in any way through grace
I'm sure I will come bursting through the ashes and rust reborn of spirit
But for now, I am left sitting on the porch, looking at an empty rocking chair