Jacob's Struggle Against Himself

**[Intro]** So it went, nothing to be done, I had to climb to the moon, Blood in my mouth tastes bitter, when the strength is gone too soon. I could be something better, perhaps good in another way, But thoughts don’t grow, stuck in a rut, the old pattern holds sway. **[Chorus]** The purpose of my life is Jacob's struggle with himself. The old truth still remains, I face my deeds by myself. I don’t need help, as I grow stronger all alone, Rising up from the ground, making this path my own. **[Verse 1.]** You often tell me how happiness is on that road up ahead, I say the unknown paths are the ones I tread. Half of it is true, but what can I do? If the expectation is to always avoid the due. A battle already lost won’t turn to victory, I can’t trust that fate, returning home before dawn’s decree. I do what must be done, though consensus is lacking, Without understanding, the finish line remains tracking. **[Bridge]** Inside me, strength will rise as the wind begins to swell, My conscience doesn’t judge me, as I head homeward well. In the end, from all my actions, all my debts I’ll always clear, In the end, from all my actions, all my debts I’ll always clear. **[Verse 2.]** Try to see inside my head, not just what comes pouring out, It’s not about the style points, it’s the result that counts, no doubt. And it’s not just the feeling that you’ve done your very best, It matters to feel you’ve given all, can you grasp that test? Tell me, is there something I’ve left undone? I haven’t stayed here resting on my laurels, not just for fun. In the end, it’s not about the score, But pushing to the limits, feeling alive at the core. Giving up has never been an option for me, Even if the flow ends like a chicken’s flight, you see. It’s always back in line, finding my stance anew, The rhythm doesn’t fade; it pushes on through. **[Chorus]** The purpose of my life is Jacob's struggle with himself. The old truth still remains, I face my deeds by myself. I don’t need help, as I grow stronger all alone, Rising up from the ground, making this path my own. **[Verse 3.]** Tell me, is there something that I’ve left undone? I haven’t stayed here resting on my laurels, just for fun. In the end, it’s not about the outcome, but staying sharp as a knife, To feel that you are living; giving up is not my life. Even if the flow ends like a chicken’s flight, It’s always back in line, finding my stance, holding tight. The rhythm doesn’t fade; we move ahead, we’ll survive, I keep my heart in rhythm, ensuring we all thrive. **[Bridge]** Inside me, strength will rise as the wind begins to swell, My conscience doesn’t judge me, as I head homeward well. In the end, from all my actions, all my debts I’ll always clear, In the end, from all my actions, all my debts I’ll always clear.