The rain washed away the embers.
The fire in my fight is snuffed out.
Life’s feeling tough now.
Maybe we’ll be alright if we score a touchdown
Or any win along this journey.
The tears i hold back are burning.
Want me like a bird wants to fly.
Guide me past the darker night. 
I was disposable long before I developed my might.
Disposable and me go together like depression and winter weather
Maybe spring is a call for better.