Seven Seals, Александр Наумчик Crestfallen

So, if you aim at nothing
And you’ll hit it every time

Tearing apart all that matters
Leaving it here as it is

Still, I believe there is a path
For what is and what might last
All the strength you might possess
Until now you could just guess

With all recreance you detest
And the striving for the best
You won’t keep up with the rest
The crestfallen you one’s knew
Who have always been subdued
Won't know how to get through

Now you should keep your face straight
That is what left but for saying

Still, I believe there is a path
For what-might-be and what-is-left
All the strength you might possess
Until then you’ll always guess

With all recreance you detest
And the striving for the best
You won’t keep up with the rest
The crestfallen you one’s knew
Who have always been subdued
Won't know how to get through