It's hard to believe,
When what we see,
Is more real,
Than what we feel.
Society is painted black and white,
That's why we doubt the colors that we feel.
Reality has made us color blind.
That's why our faith is so easily doubted. 
We live in a world where those do right,
Trampled by those that do wrong.
This place isn't cut out for us.
That's why we are on the bench;
Where the nice ones finish last,
For that reason we're quick to give up,
Because we've grown weary,
Shadow boxing our conscience.
I hope I'll come on top as the underdog one day...
The last shall be first,
And the first will be last, right?