To lie down and forget it all is nothing but a distant dream, thought the comfort of my bed is a soft presence I cannot bare to watch it all pass before my eyes.
  
  To live is to move and embrace your existence weather you are to be unfortunate or triumphant. We all serve a purpose, a purpose that allows us all to live differently.

  But humankind is not so friendly to those with nothing for they are shamed upon and forgotten, to be nothing more than a piece of scrap on the sides of the Terrace, While the fortunate are treated as gods that had been ascended from the  heavens.

  Tho it wasn't met to be this way that's how it has become. To trust mankind had failed creating classim amongst us all.

  In the mix of all the disgracefulness, there are few who choose to be benevolent. Casting a light of hope on the few misfortune souls they choose to aid.

Those that cherish all life will prosper.