Untamed minds,
Crying to bed.
Hungry stomachs,
Waiting to be fed.
Fame and money,
Yet suffering inside,
It's bitter honey,
You take it with a smile.
Heartless bodies and empty hearts,
In the emptiness without love they drown.
Pure souls are played with,
Taken for granted and shattered,
The little love left into nothingness to scatter.
Wandering in a maze of suffering,
Hoping to understand,
Ceasing to grow,
But yet with hope,
And yet with hope,
Forever we will hope.
I shall die first, my hope last
