I have joined the long defeat, that falling set in motion,
and all my strength and energy are raindrops in the ocean.
So conditioned for the win, to share in victor’s stories.
But in the place of ambition’s din, I’ve heard of other glories.
I pray for an idea and a way I cannot see.
It’s too heavy to carry and impossible to leave.
I can’t just fight when I think I’ll win, that’s the end of all belief,
and nothing has provoked it more than a possible defeat.