My faith it’s disrupted in flames
Of moisture. It’s so bizarre
How human race, so far
Did not conquered the Universe.
Also, they should’ve known already
Which brightness shines the most,
The spirit that is not yet lost.
But spirits, are not ready
To hear the whispers on the edge,
To feel the passion and of course
We have no birth came with that curse,
The primal sin with all it’s rage
Although, we crumble to the fears
And running faster when we loose
We still have the power to choose
We are still strong, even in tears.