Defeated Before the Dawn

The greatest of means of what we are is to be something we have not yet become
We try hard to be civilized and yet our emotion make us unsung
Even though we try to not to become victimized to a faith of regret
Oh no, let's not forget all the mistakes from our past that makes us vet...
Our inner being of solitude which make us lick our own wounds
As we hesitate to make the right choices even some mistake yet to come
Our inner fear is wandering through us with the shame of being a loon
Let me know when I have too been way to high up on on my own thrown

And would be so perfect again
If we try and restart and begin?
This crazy dream which is your life?
Sometimes, a struggle some times a fight
To fight your own wrongs and your rights?
To be defeated before the night?
To make the effort to undo the wrong
To help the sick, weak, because we're strong?

Here you are thrown with your name above the idea of time relentless
Game of thrones, outside they reign, each player plays their own mean test
No one sees beyond the horizon of their book because all they see is
Misunderstood words of fake poetry which never is seen missed...