Strength stands firm on the surface , yet doubtful beneath.
Is this the way for all?
Does the world grow mightier,
or weak to keep up the pace?
Will a place ever be found?

A quiet war within—
does it only cease when we’re buried deeper?
The sky looms in ashen tones,
while waters shimmer with an uncanny green,
and the air chills like the hearts of the indifferent.

Will warmth ever return?
Will sunlight break through, embracing all once more?
Will the world ever learn to accept?