Voices of stone in a chorus of madness
Multitude sorrows embedded in bone
Confliction entangling efforts towards gladness
'Til the purest of heart still feel all alone
Condemning the hopeful to hells of defeat
Not so much by another as much as ourselves
As hope slowly bleeds to be born self-deceit
Choking the hearts of our souls so dispelled
Reminding ourselves more of how we have failed us
Than any a beauty our lives so possess
Becoming the ones who will come back to haunt us
When we realize we are the ones we forget