The Weak-Hearted

I feel no strength or joy within my mind,
And a change of heart kills quickly my will.
Fear, doubt – they are chains that my soul do bind
Tight to my failures, and they hold me still.

Fear – steals my courage; I cannot break free
Even if I tried: “But what if I fail?”
Doubt – The thinker’s death, wreaks hell and havoc
Within one’s own mind: “But what if I’m wrong?”

My weak desire, a fragile flower
Cannot, all alone, defeat my fierce foes,
My heart’s fear and doubt. To restore power
I would need a heart that believes and knows.