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
