The light in our souls,
Bind us to our goals.
Life in pain,
While death happens again and again.
Chaos promises an end,
But brings hate to send,
To our very being,
Showing our sanity being held by a string.
Drowning and alone,
Inside we become a stone.
Confused and being lost,
Makes living worth a big cost.
Tears create a stream,
Of pain that creates a bad dream.
Being hurt,
Just makes us wise and alert.
Our soual are how we live,
And our hearts give,
A feeling so strong,
That soon madness becomes wrong.
Look to the light,
Within us to keep us bright,
As anger can become tough,
And make things rough.
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