From the top of the toes
To the tips of the hair
A permanent sway
Between hope and despair

Days with no sunshine
Nights with no sleep
Making the soul
Fall down deep

Frantic with anger
Sourced from within
Like closed road to heaven
And paved way with sins

Numb to the world
Nowhere to hide
Persistence of pain
Locks us inside

From the top of the toes
To the tips of the hair
With butterfly wings
We fight through the air