Drilling

His mind was adrift, he intended to drill. 
He looked worn out yet refused to be 
The one to give up; lose his faith and his heart, 
The hope they tried so hard to shut down. 

Put through the mill and borne with the strain, 
Exposed to torments, he never complained. 
No-win situations in his everyday life 
Just re-inforced his desire to survive. 

Drilling. Feeling. Living. And survive. 

Climbing to power at any cost? 
No way, he can’t, he'd be torn by remorse. 
The common not-give-but-obtain mindset, 
The rivalry, he’s so much bigger than that. 

Malicious tongues around him creating mistrust, 
All their bad intentions - a whirl of dust. 
Worthy qualities cause such little stir, 
shame, the problem of an entire breed. 

Drilling. Feeling. Living. And survive. 

I want to give him the hope, lend a helping hand 
And make him believe that all his efforts 
Weren't useless, that they weren't in vain. 
I want to make 'em count. Make 'em count.