things when they fall, they collapse to the tiniest rubble
no matter how you confront it, they'll just pop like a bubble
passion, the thing that makes us look forward
even with all the numbing tasks, we strive to never look backward.
If all that should have, had fallen to place
will our potential reach the expected price?
If the hardship we endured was enough to call us ace
will the world even listen to our smallest cries?
the desert we've been wandering through is brewing a dangerous storm,
unlike a sailor in the sea, we have to walk, carrying our only lamp
as we venture in the midst of paradise and hell, our strengths were formed
adventurers as we are to strive with eyes damp.
We did and tried but destiny just won't let us pass
the doors are all closed, our lights are finally starting to run out,
right now I admit, in this darkness, it is I who was lost
slowly as I sank into the sands, I gave in petrified with all the thoughts.
