I thought my journey through life would fill me
with a sense of accomplishment, hope.
Was i too hasty?
Am i mistaken?
Compromise that's what almost everyone insist
upon and i do not.
Are we not meant for something better?
Undestand each other?
Are we born just to argue, to fight?
So many voices each demanding something else.
It has always been hard but even harder today
to see all i believe in, all i worked for
inverted, discarded, forgotten.
I may not be perfect but i fought where others
scattered in pieces, i remained true...