A bright floating matter
Untainted, Sinfully pure.
Struggling to release itself upon the world,
It can be the only cure.

Ignorant, we ignore its existence,
Tis far easier to walk on by.
For a moments acknowledgement
Means questioning the embedded lies.

As the sand creeps downwards
Within its glassy prison,
Our only hope to survive
Is to remove our rose-tinted prisms.