Driven Hard - Gomorrah

My dreams are not my master

My thoughts are not my aim

Triumph balance with disaster

Two impostors one and the same

I have heard the truth I’ve spoken

Twisted now a trap for fools

I have had my life’s work broken

To start again with worn out tools

Held my winnings in one hand

And risk them on a single horse

Lose and start at my beginning

And never tell about my loss

Driven hard, mind, heart and body

When all is gone

Held on still even tighter

To my will which screams to me 'Hold on'

I’ve kept my head when those about me

Losing theirs on me they blame

Trust myself when other doubt me

Allow their doubting all the same

Driven hard, mind, heart and soul

To the point when all is whole

Driven hard, my heart

Driven hard, my soul

Driven hard, is the way that I see this world

I have waited and not grown bored

Lied about, not dealt in lies

Some men hate me but I not them

Don’t look too good nor talk too wise

Talked with crowds and kept my virtue

A common touch

Friend nor foe can ever hurt me

All men count with me but none too much

I fill each and every hour

With sixty minutes of distance run

Knowing that no man can touch me

Gazing straight into the sun

Mine is the world and all within

And, which is more, I’m a man my son

Driven hard, my heart

Driven hard, my soul

Driven hard, is the way that I see this world