And fake that smile?
When will the time be ripe?
Will there be end to this gripe?
Oh brethren! Won’t you stop the hype,
And help to stop the time,
Won’t you Let go with ease?
Let your sorrows dispel with the breeze,
Even when you’re in a tight hold,
Suicide is never an option, you just have to be bold.
When this door closes,
Damn heaven’s gate opens,
Everything you see plays a part of who you are,
Don’t let them weigh you down,
When your spirit is in discontent,
Like a torch in restless air,
When you’re slain by living fear,
Leaving grievous wounds in your hearts,
When it seems your arid land has turned to desert,
And you’re left with barren lands.
When your friends all turn to fiend’s,
When all imaginations seems blurred,
When you feel you’re alone in the race,
And it seems you’re running out of grace,
Never dance to the tune of destruction,
Instead, wear tethered joy in templates,
Insightful people thrive in dark reign,
Haven’t you promised sadness to be happy?
With any obstacles the world might bring,
Why not believe and solicit to your King,
To take you to a pool; where trees,
All grow in double greenery.
