Victims of our circumstances

Driven by desire, stagnated by lust

We toil, we lust, we love

All for mediocrity and false happiness

Life in its truest form, gives none but takes much

Hope is essential, to rise from the ashes

To take on challenges yet remain unchallenged

Peace and tranquility are things of the past

In the darkness, a flicker ignites

Faith in the darkest dark

Hope illuminates in our hearts

Fire burns in our minds

Of things yet unseen but expected

It shall be well