Born beneath the fleeting sun
our feet capture the grasp of shadows
with only the little humanity we have left
we try to find hope
but we can’t even acquire a fragile hope at best
so for now we can only do a quiet prayer
for a sign of gratitude to ease our minds
the wind doesn’t whisper to our backs with gentle breaths
the stars won’t shine our direction to keep us at the right track
the earth’s soil is cold with rough edges underneath
and we only have tough road that we can climb but will try to weigh us down
no easy lines for us to go but rather trails filled with spirals that lead to nowhere
the night does not grant us rain
but rather long nights to only see nothing in the sky
yet we are determined to stand
hoping to win the righteousness in a time of need
within the darkness a great inferno rises
a beautiful spark that burns when approached
we huddle around and chant songs of liberty
defying the constellations that look down with pity
our scars form maps with no traces of the truth
our hearts beat in the rhythm of drums
so loud that it makes our ears ring
the luck we have is not ours to hold in our palms
it is through the pain we learn to heal
with every step, we fight with our anguish, then strive with guilt
we look upon the people who have mercy on their side
their glided lives with easy tracks
the mixture of envy and jealousy fuels our beating hearts
for we are not the lucky ones
with only our little strength to pull us through
and even though we are not shown with the hands of peace
we build a desire of strength for our own