He searches for a love that whispers to his head.
In his soul, a beacon burns, a longing for a life,
Where love is not a fleeting ghost, but real and true and bright,
A star to guide him through the endless, darkest night.

But lo! The gangs of chaos rise, their eyes ablaze with hate,
They seek to crush the seeker’s dream, to seal his tender fate.
With fists of iron and hearts of stone, they stand in his way,
Yet he will strive, with all his might, for love will find a way.

He will rise above the crowd, his vision clear and pure,
For love is not a simple prize, but a journey to endure.

And in the end, he knows that love will conquer all the strife,
Yet in its glow, he’ll find his way, his beacon, his true life.