Success

I am lost inside a familiar place

In which my mind cannot even placate

My heart begins to beat like in a race

And I, myself, cannot conciliate

The doubt within these chains in which Im held

A bird who fell inside the empty frost

The wings now joined by ice as they were weld

The winter storm I am but only lost

And when the sun shall finally be shown

With all despair I fear success the most

My body now at rests as ice and stone

I held myself in chains for all engrossed

With all the things that I should fear at all

I will succeed and rise instead of fall