Only dire men stalk brisk ambition.
The moment of never turning back, the feeling of need
brings hope to the soul, the arraigned condition.
In drought and range of no nutrition,
He becomes he who gems the wasted seed.
Only dire men stalk brisk ambition.
Through war with no arsenal, no brute munition,
the words that out start a gallant steed
brings hope to the soul, the arraigned condition.
A thief whose bestowal had no prohibition,
will never pick a lock that can’t be keyed.
Only dire men stalk brisk ambition.
No amount of regret, no tear returns a frayed soul to rescission.
Only a considerable task, an eminent deed
brings hope to the soul, the arraigned condition.
The belief that god forgives, will leave no voice for contrition.
And knowing the father forgets the greatest greed
brings hope to the soul, the arraigned condition.
Only dire men stalk brisk ambition.