The Last Excuse (Part 2 Final)

Crossed on my mask.
Each lung for burn,
For half a breath,
I almost turned up.
Peak stay fixed inside my head.
I gripped the rope,
Pushed on instead.
My people weigh a world below.
Their words burn warmer than they know.
They saw the work.
They know the cost.
That kind of love cuts through the frost.
I want their war when
I get through.
I reached it and
I thought of you.
They know.
They know.
The old ones cross the winner sea.
That stubborn hunger lives in me.
They had their crossing.
I've got mine.