The light in us make the sun dark
Wherever we go, we leave our mark
The cold in us makes death hot
If not,
why do we recycle our hurt
Standing next to the sun won't stop us from shinning,
Fighting the devil's champion won't stop us from winning
Wars are won by guns and swords,
Hearts are won with right words
That's why we are poets,even more,never less
We are poets, above all else