A Prayer For The Dead

I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim.

HE WAS A DYING A SLOW DEATH,TORN BETWEEN PAIN AND GRIEF ,TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT IN THIS WORLD.
IT WASN'T LIKE HE DID'NT KNOW THE TRUTH BUT STILL,IT BLED TO KNOW THE TRUTH.
HE PLANNED TO MAKE IT ALRIGHT BUT THE ROAD WAS LONG AND HE WAS TIRED.
SO MANY THINGS HAD GONE WRONG OVER THE YEARS,WOULD HE ABLE TO SOT EVERYTHING OUT?
HE BELIEVED IN HIMSELF BUT BEYOND THAT YOU COULD'NT FIND ONE VIRTUE ON HIM.OFTEN,THAT FEELING OF CONTROL ALSO LEFT HIM AND HE BROKE DOWN.THE CYCLE WAS ENDLESS,LIKE A CHAKRAVYOOH WHICH ONLY ARJUN COULD BREAK,BUT SADLY HE WAS NO ARJUN.AT THE MOST,MEREST OF A MORTAL.
HE DREAMT ABOUT CONQUERING THE WORLD BUT HA.................LOOK AT HIM NOW,FIGHTING BATTLES OF NO VALUE AND LOSING EVERYTHING SLOWLY BIT BY BIT.
I HAVE COME TO PITY HIM BUT IF ANYTHING CAN BE DONE,THEN HE HAS TO DO IT.NO ONE ELSE WOULD STAND FOR HIM.....BY HIM.I CAN'T STAND HIS DEATH,HIS FAILINGS.IT HURTS ME THE MOST,HE KNOWS IT,HE WANTS TO HELP YET I AM AT A LOSS TO SAY THAT WHY HE DOSEN'T STAND UP.HE HAS BEEN ALWAYS A FIGHTER AND I WANT HIM TO FIGHT ONE LAST BATTLE ....................FOR HIMSELF,FOR ME.

I WANT HIM TO STAND UP STRAIGHT,TAUT AS AN ARROW,AND FIGHT THE WORLD ONE LAST TIME.