Some which conquered hardships,
Still live in unrest,
Ignoring all the lights,
When the dark is what they dread.
What’s there they can hope for?
In past, all hopes were crushed,
Spiritless, but so soulful
They live, die, leave a dust.
It might be that a prayer
Can change their pity end,
Help me God, my savior,
Some murmur end bend.
But those conquered with fear
Have fear as only god,
The troublesome affair
With fear is all they got.