When night falls to roost I go
In faith of better morrows
but uncertain of rising with the sun
To behold the next day's glory

I hate the life I live
I hate the world I'm born in

this world that gives Us nothing less but pain and hatred and shame

sometimes I wonder why great we opt to be
If greatness might we can't tame

but I have come to realize it's life
we came to live what we see
but not to change what it is
IT'S LIFE, and we must live..