Samples Of Colors Collect In The Sky,
Returning The Hues To This World Of Grey,
Though There May Be Plenty Of Tears To Cry,
The Bravest Souls Are Still Willing To Stray,
They Are Roaming Caked In Soot From Fire,
A Fire Which Wishes To **** Passion,
But No Ember Can **** Their Desire,
Though Their Solem Faces Have Turned Ashen,
And Though Their Vision Has Turned Black From Smoke,
They Still Trudge Over The Hot Coals Of Fate,
And Though They May Be Cold, Hungry, And Broke,
Their Hearts Will Thrive Until They See Gold Gates

No Amount Of Pain Can Crush The Spirit,
No Matter How Many Of Us Fear It