A world full of billions of men.
I feel like a burden.
Trying to impress
But feeling depress.
In a world full of warriors
What are their priors ?
In a world full of survivors
Do they open their doors?
In a world full of problems
Can it be solve by gems?
In a world full of ways
We go through the days .
Everyday seems full of wars .
Living behind bars.
People chasing using cars .
To full fill somehow their "stars".
Aiming to be first
Challenges he thirst
They tried to aim high
And they sigh
Walks out the door
Marching towards the battle floor
And they begin to fight
For the light and right.
